Part I
[Freestyle]
Part II
5AM AND YOU KNOW I BE IN THE STU
SPENT TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS DISS TRACK I WROTE THIS sh*t JUST FOR YOU
ALL MY RHYMES THEY STICK THEY STICKIN JUST LIKE THEY IS GLUE
YOU ACTIN LIKE YOU HARD ASSOCIATING YOURSELF WITH THE BLUE
I DRIPPING DRIPPING IN MY SLIME GOO
DROPPED THIS HOURS AFTER YOU YOU HAVE NO CLUE
I’M CHEFFIN CHEFFIN UP THE TUNES
YOUR RHYMES IS WHACK AS f*ck IF YOU EVER HAD A SHOW YOU’D GET BOOED
YOUR BARS SO WEAK
NICE SUPREME HAT SHEEP
AND YOUR CHAIN SO CHEAP
ON ALL THIS DESIGNER YOU SLEEP
YOU BARS SO WEAK
YOU f*ckED YOUR COUSIN, FREAK
TOO MUCH AIN’T EVEN DEEP
BOUT TIME TO TAKE A LEAP
WAIT NO, NOT UNTIL YOU HEAR THIS SHUT
Part III
TRY AND DISS ME FOR WHO I AM / YOU CAN’T GET NO INFO / AND I GOT NO POSTS ON GRAM
MY TRACK IS A SLAM / YOU LOOK LIKE YOU DRIVE A RAM / HICK ASS COUSIN f*ckER SICKO WHAT’S NEXT YOU GO f*ck A LAMB
WROTE MY BARS IN A NIGHT / YEAH THAT IS RIGHT / I AIN’T BE SLEEPIN UNTIL ALL MY DISSES IS JUST RIGHT
CODEINE IN MY CUP / AND IT’S MIXED UP WITH THE SPRITE / YOU LOOKIN LIKE YOU DO METH / AND MY BARS YOU FINNA BITE
b*tch YOU LOOK LIKE A DYKE / FIRST PART WAS A SIKE / BOUTTA PULL THE TRIGGER I GOT YOU IN MY SIGHTS
I AIN’T NO SQUIRT GUN KELLY EVEN THO WE BOTH IS WHITE / THIS THE BEST DISS TRACK EVER HEARD / I THINK THAT STATEMENT MAY BE RIGHT
BROKE SOSA GAY / HE ONLY PLAY / YOUR DISS TRACK SOUND LIKE YOU WROTE THAT sh*t IN DAY
I WROTE MINE IN AN HOUR SO GET THE f*ck OUT MY WAY / AND YOU SAID MY HAIR IS WHACK WELL I SPEND 40 ON CLAY
I SPEND 80 IN A MONTH / JUST FOR MY HAIR / YOU LOOK LIKE YOU AIN’T TAKE A SHOWER IN A f*ckIN YEAR
HERMAN MILLER ON MY CHAIR / PULLED OUT OF THE LAIR / I GOT SO MANY b*tchES AND ALL THEY DO IS STARE
I BUY THEM EXPENSIVE BAGS / TELL THEM TO SHARE / YOU COUSIN f*ckING HICK I HEARD YOU LOOKIN LIKE A BEAR
SAY YOU GETTIN pus*y BUT YOU SOUNDING LIKE A QUEER / SO I KINDLY REQUEST THAT YOU PLEASE STAY OVER THERE
SHE’S IN LOVE WITH WHO I AM / YEAH THAT IS YOUR b*tch / BUT I AIN’T TRYNA SLAM
LOOKIN LIKE HER NAME IS SAM / YEAH I’M SAYING SHE A MAN / I WROTE THIS DISS THE NIGHT YOURS DROPPED BECAUSE I AIN’T HAD NO PLANS
PROLLY GONNA HAVE SOME SOON / GO TO YOUR FUNE’ / BECAUSE MY RHYMES JUST MURDERED / IMA KILLER WITH THESE TUNES
DAMN I’M FEELING DOMED THINK I’M HIGH ON SHARPIE FUMES / PROLLY GONNA GO TO BED / I AIN’T WASTING ANY MORE TIME ON YOU
SAYING THAT MY FLOW IS WEAK / WELL NOW YOU SEE / I WENT SICKO MODE IS YOU STILL TRYING TO BEEF
YOUR JORDAN’S IS CREASED / AND ONE CHAIN YOUR ONLY PIECE / AFTER YOU HEAR MY RHYMES YOU WILL BE f*ckING DECEASED
YOUR b*tch TRYNA GET WITH ME / SHE AIN’T LOWKEY / SHE TRYNA f*ck BUT I DON’T WANT HIV
I LOOKED AND I SEEN YOU ONLY DM LIL B / I GOT 14 IG MODELS AND THEY ALL TRYNA f*ck ME
AND AIN’T NOBODY GHOSTWRITE THIS sh*t