How Rappers Diss Each Other Now lyrics

[Intro: Girlhefunnyaf44 & BTB Crew]
(Tyler!) Where's Tyler? Where's Tyler? (Tylerrr)
Where's Tyler, bruh? Where's Tyler? Where are you? (Tyler where are you?)
b*tch ass n*gga what the f*ck you talmbout
Where the hell is Tyler at bruh? (Don't by shy)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait - I found 'em (Where he at?) (Where he at?)
In my blunt
Dead ass n*gga! Dead ass n*gga!
Up the score gang! (Up the score gang, boy!) Blllrrrrrr (shootin' deer)
We comin' after you Tylеr! Ain't no mysteries gettin' solvеd Tyler, you dead
I see you Tyler, you dead, f*ck-ass, b*tch-ass, dead n*gga
We came after yo stupid ass with F&N's and Draco's
Fat-ass momma on TV talkin bout sum "Where's my son?, Where's my baby?"
He dead, Ion know where the f*ck he at
Tyler tell her where you at, she love you, you must not love yo momma
Where you at, Tyler, where you at?

[Verse 1: Girlhefunnyaf44]
Tyler, where are you?
We had followed you
Feds still can't solve that mystery (Tyler)
Made his fat-ass momma faint (she did, she did)
Try to get up, he cain't (he dead)
We left that n*gga stank, stop dissing me! (Haha)
Can't forget Lil Corey too (pus*y)
We coming after you (b*tch)
Jay got killed in school
They still cain't find out who (Cain't catch me)
Just know we smokin' 2
Crazy bro ain't slide for dude
And we all know Tristan pus*y, he got killed for acting cool (Fakin)
I f*cked Lil JD b*tch (I did)
Lil Pokerface got blitz (He did)
He died the day he dropped the diss
Brandon took the stand and snitched (pus*y)
Slapped Jason in his sh*t, made him clique up with a clique (Brr, brr)
That boy took yo chain and stick (Brr, brr)
Jit, you still ain't slide for sh*t (pus*y)
Now Lil Diddy ass a lick
Finally killed him on the fifth
Feds don't got no proof I did it, but they know for sure I did (Hahaha)
Ay Jake you on the list, you gettin' killed the 26th
Stab still stuck in the 80's, we got guns, he using fists (You stupid?)
And I feel bad for Rick, they killed his brother, killed his twin (I do)
But he said, "f*ck Lil Jo", so pretty soon we smokin' him (coming soon)
[Refrain]
Yo! You said you "Gon' pull up on us, well...

[Verse 2: Girlhefunnyaf44]
BTB the crew (Blrr, blrr)
We gotta follow you (Grahh)
Ha-hanging out the roof
Sl-Slidin' in the coupe
Six shots to the tooth
We comin after you
Opps call po-lice!
Gun go Gr-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ain't no Br-ah-ah-ah-ah
Bullets comin' scorchin' hot
Run down wit a Glock
Straight whippin' down yo block
That's how pussies get on Fox
n*gga I don't talk a lot
Talk a lot, n*gga play he gettin' clocked