Hit-Boy - Brett Favre (PeeVee Diss) lyrics

(Intro) Kelvin: Hey yo this dude Lyndon soft. He bout to get dissed Ty: P-P-P-PeeVee is a problem! Lyndon: Hey look baby. Started from the bottom now we here. Started from the bottom now the whole team here! You man? I know you not talkin! Seriously though? FTFK must not have taught you anything T-Poplin must not have taught you anything, T-Willz Hey look man we don't speak over Tweets. We speak over beats! C.O.A.L. Club. Calling Out All Lames Let's Go! (Verse 1) How many times you gonna retire? You Brett Favre lil rapper you just makin us tired Lyin if you say I didn't build a empire See I'm a lord in West Virginia, but a king in Carolina Line em up. Aim, fire at this sad liar The bad writer. Just a Justin Beiber biter You like baby baby baby oh! I'm like PeeVee PeeVee PeeVee no! How many flows did I write for ya mixtape? You spit straight trash to me Listenin to 8 bars was agony 16 bars is straight blasphemy! I shouldn't even diss you, Kelvin could blast for me You never rapped with me Just hopped on tracks with me Even then you were never on track with me The fact that you couldn't respect the family Turned ya career into a tragedy Look! See you a failed actor, a failed rapper Probably cried ya eyes out when they turned you away from X Factor! You sang Started From The Bottom! That's why ya career is 6 feet under and rottin Plottin on my demise Talkin to other guys, that i dissed I see where ya loyalty lies Still spittin them royal lies Crap rapper, spillin out them toilet bowl lines Every collab you ever been on always had the worst verse Dizzy Wright told you don't go first! Worst verse in the cypher and Small Town Royalty RTP k**ed you RIP Definitely the worst flow in Kick It I'mma get specific Lyrisin told you you couldn't deliver! Take a look at this pitiful mister Does Hayley know about the times you messaged my sister? Brett Favre! (Verse 2) How many times you gonna retire? You Brett Favre lil rapper you just makin us tired Said Brett Favre but before you get ya JETS off Get to PACKin, while we throwin many soda's at em! Then fly the dirty bird down to Atlanta You couldn't spit 16 if your name was Montana! Feel the HEAT in my speech like i come from MIAMI My land! Lyndon pullin strings like a hammy Oh man! Who's that? Knock knock! Who's who? Its the lyricist Lyndon and the jokes on you I flow on cue, you show off two Lines, hot lines that I wrote for you Tell Cory we still cool Tell Morgan we still cool Tell Hayley its all gravey I just ain't messin with you I got lots better to do Makin veteran moves With legends, we flowin oceans you still in the swimmin pool! Ya homies got ya nose wide as that Scottie Pippen dude! Lookin like you could snort a brick or two Same dope boys come to me for somebody to listen to Sellin birds out the two-door and called it the chicken coupe Listen you. You'll never out MC me Might never see me on MTV But one thing we know, and that's certainly I was the MVP of MPeeVee Rest In Peace!