Nyck-at-Night (Nyck Caution Diss) lyrics

[Intro]
Put this one on your timestamp, Elliott
Come on Gina, we rapping

Nyck Caution? No caution—
That boy Nyck need to be silent
Me? I want all the smoke—
Like a nicotine diet
Nah, don’t call it a diss
It’s just a hit 'cause you wildin’
This n*gga Swear he from Brooklyn—
Tryna swing at the Giants
Ya boy Nyck nickel-and-dimin’—
Guess we revivin’ careers
If I catch Nyck at night
Won’t be no TV near
After the beef, I challenge y’all to still see we care
Who is Kiii? Just an example of the things he fear
You said Ray a carbon copy?
You a copy of Kirk
Ice Spice would cook Nyck—
My n*gga, get you some work
All this di*k-lickin’ Joey
Ain’t gon’ get you no purse
Now say “n*gga”…
I guess the sh*t could bе worse
When I hear CJ rap—
I see J. Work
If y’all sayin’ CJ Fly
It’s ‘causе CJ in dirt
Shoutout Doechii—
Matter fact, she had you washed in a month
You must be on what Adin Ross smoke—
Crack in the blunt
You could’ve asked half these rappers
If that’s what you wanted—
I’d err on the side of caution…
But, that would be dumb
Name a Nyck song for me…
I’ll wait
Me? I’m here to serve—
I could wait all day
I threw shots at Kai Ca$h
He took a look—then he ducked
If I was you? I’d do the same
You n*ggas pushin’ ya luck
These n*ggas lame—only bars came from Joey and Lux
You should be beggin’ TDE for better beats and some lunch
Now no offense No wonder why Pro Era only lasted for months…
If I was Joey
Would’ve kicked you n*ggas out the bunch