Fakery lyrics

[Intro]
We gon’ show this faggot how sh*t really is
Malki post the f*ck up

[Verse]
Malki I hear that your rich but your tester doesn’t seem to fit-
What you saying I just think you’re a real b*tch, fake jewels probably bought a kit
You label yourself as a king but your a dumb piece of sh*t
Getting called out by a white 13 year old rapper, damn I bet you wasn’t prepared for this
That may be your Lambo, that may be your cash
But If I pulled up to your door you would dash (DoorDash)
b*tch you sound like a baby on autotune, jab to your face in a flash
My bars so hot, like fire, come around me I bet I’d burn all your cash
I do a lot of disses I do a lot of songs
Your mom pulled up to my crib in a thong
I really find where you at ring your doorbell ding dong
b*tch I’m big as sh*t id crush your ass like King Kong
Your mother asked if she could get rained on
I hear you rap too so I won’t be surprised if you respond
I be making realer money than you, I get to mowing lawns
I’m so tired of your fake ass b*tch already made me yawn
I’m the real Queezy, from my dad, I’m his spawn
This industry f*cked up moving us like some pawns

[Outro]
That’s all your b*tch ass is getting for now
b*tch doesn’t even deserve a real diss
Taking time out of my day to teach a grown man
f*ck it I’m done