Kushman - Cheeto Diss lyrics

[Intro] Cheeto. You want to talk sh** to me on a diss track? This makes no sense to me whatsoever cuz your not even a rapper... I don't get it But, you called me a broke a** motherf**er Which is true I guess because I still don't have a microphone So Im recording this off the iPhone, which is why it looks like the god damn 1950s in here with all this blurriness With the beat coming off my sh**ty a** computer I don't like to use 2Pac beats because I feel its kind of disrespectful with him being such a savage, but f** it It's a diss track who cares? [Verse 1] Yo, Its that new track? this dudes whack and he will never spew facts I do slack, yea true that, but I keep it real like 2Pac I only said his name like that so I could rhyme 2 syllables You rapping like you Marky Mark, you take his style too literal Your rapping is straight garbage i'll toss you out like some litter fool You only rhyme 1 syllable, voice sounding like a little girl Your homies call you Cheeto because you cheezy as f** When I listen to you it makes Weezy not s** Cuz you rapping like some dude is just squeezing your nuts You came at me? bro ill sting you, straight put bees in your truck Go ahead, call me poor, say that I can't get a microphone I been striving on my own, I learned to ride my bike alone Cuz since day 1 I've been trying to be my own man You mooching off your old man just trying to get a loan, damn Wait why'd I say a loan if you ain't gotta pay it back You spoon fed rich kids ain't got to work and break your back You copy papers for your dad, thats how you make your money Bet you feeling real independent I find that quite funny Yea you got a job but its daddy that supports you When hes dead and gone its s**ing dick you will resort too [Hook] Now I dont do no hooks either Cheeto We got that in common, cuz I ain't no f**ing drake Whatever [Verse 2] This mothaf**er calls himself a h*mo thug Call me DMX b**h cuz I show no love This is how its going down 4,3,2,1 and your partys up You got 24 hours to live so use them smartly chump When this Ruff Ryder rolls I have your parents say 'I miss you' Sitting at home saying I'll diss Lombardi ohh and Chris too Saying get at me dog at the end of your track Ima catch you slipping while defending my raps Said my rapping is sh**? Called it Mr. Hanke? I could f**ing son you, heres a bibb and a blankey Tell him stop being greedy for the money, power, respect I'll chase them my whole life 'till I have golden towers and jets Rapping for my dogs, Me and n**y dogs for life Make a move on us, black out, go to sleep, snore, night I let my dogs out, its a crime story and I can feel it Im the professional here, ain't no way that you be real b**h Here we go again, 1 more road to cross so bring your whole crew You know who we be, we right here i'll take your soul too Texted bout the diss the convo said its all good right But in the heat of it what these b**hes want is a hood fight [Outro] Damn I f**ed that last bar up I f**ed up a couple of times But I dont even care yo its a diss track Known fact im better than cheeto at rapping anyway