Back In Hood (Saif Diss) lyrics

[Verse]
I'm Back In The Hood now doin' sum' disses
And make you bleed wit' loads of blood
We 'no you just useless like a useless flood
You tryna' beef wit' me okay good
I have many tracks to make you sad and hood up
You'd get the stick and like the wood stick
You tryna fake a flu to make tricks
Everyone know you just suck di*ks
Bruh I'm makin' bread like the same height as a house bricked
You used to be wit' Jess who she keep di*kin' you
I know I'll score and I'll keep trickin' you
You look like the last booger I blow
Flicked that paper as if I'm a f*ckin' NBA player
I'm like sayin' yeah b*tch don't even step up to me
Make yo mother to suck my di*k
Don't even have a real guard to defend yo' brother
They say don't Judge a book by it's cover
But this beef so you have to
You datin' a racist
You masturbatin' to a racist
What was the latest sh*t you's did
My raps are fatalist sh*t you'll ever heard
It's like a f*ckin' Lethal Injection
But you the infection I'm not Imperfection
But Perfection I'll make Life II like Kendrick Lamar's Section-80
I'm movin' stately you don't know yo' direction
You havin' a erection over lil' girls
Yo face looks like a whole infection
I thought you we're big but you a pedo
It'll be weird if you wore speedo's
If I had an opp it'll be you
And you know that is true
The place and you Imma sue
You are the virus but more than the flu
I heard you had blue balls from yo' exes
They texts this sh*t
f*ck you b*tch
Don't even start or I'll commit a crime scene
To the heart, ran you over like Mario Cart
Or I'll shoot you like Darts
If I was a referee that'll be a red card
Yo b*tch that a discard
It ain't hard you was sittin' there cryin'
I hope you there dyin'
People we're spyin'
But you was tryin' to get up
But you a pus*y
W-Wait I ain't done but you stink of fish
Stop actin' like a di*k
You talkin' 'bout how I suck
I don't give a f*ck what you say
I tried to hit you and you duck and ran away (pus*y)
You a rat and you suck Ashley's di*k like he f*cks
Whole lotta chucks, whole lotta tantrums
Whole lotta ransoms, whole lotta fandoms
Yeah no one is yo' fan why you dancin' as if you lit
You not lit you not the sh*t
You tryna make yourself lit
You ugly as sh*t don't even step to me
You wearin' sh*t creps I'm wearin' real sh*t
I-I'm back in the hood
You back in the garbage
'Cause your face says so