f*cking Faggots lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ DDawg]
I look to Eminem because his songs have purpose
DaBaby’s songs are just a bunch of lyrical sex and curses
All the boys at my school, yeah, they listen to DaBaby
When I get big Imma make a song with Slim Shady
Like “When I’m Gone” but Slim Shady, yea he made me
Walk in the room all the girls, they go crazy
I’m a rapping white boy
Imma give your girl joy
Imma explode like a Call of Duty decoy
Yea I got 2 Chainz but I ain’t the rapper
If your girl hot I’m finna tap her
You call it booty I call it a clapper
Sittin’ in my room
I’m grounded wanna call my girl soon
Realizing I can’t won’t break me
Gavin lets fight you won’t be able to take me
f*ck your martial arts
I’m throwing you like darts
I got bigger parts
Your first car finna be a shopping cart
One that you stole from Walmart

[Verse 3: DJ DDawg]
Because your a baby your favorite show is Thomas
Come to my house, I’ll tell my girl I got this
Too many clothes
I’m taking all your hoes
Lets do this fast
I’m finna kick your ass
Stealing all your cash
This gon’ be done in a flash
Under your bed I found money, your whole stash
[Verse 3: DJ DDawg]
Homie acts black but he’s f*cking Asian
Don’t f*ck with me b*tch I’m Caucasian
Stealing your moms car you bet we racing
b*tch go back in the dark
You’ve acted tough from the start
We used to be friends
Don’t wanna do that again
f*cking b*tch you’re weak
f*cked you’re sister haven’t yet but I will in a week

[Verse 4: Queezy_the_Gangster]
I wrote this Diss 2 years ago and now it’s going big
Got taken down, now redone, writing after I smoked a cig
G.K., you f*cking tall, skinny, blonde f*ck
Not a threat, but I hope you die like Stan’s girlfriend, tied up with your body in the trunk
Released after 2 years and now these f*cking faggots salty
Why don’t I tell them back in Elementary when you 2 wanted to assault me
N.D. and me, we fought multiple times
First version of this album admitted to multiple crimes
G.K. and me fought over multiple dimes
When his b*tches not even quarters, just a waste of my time
Queezy ain’t f*cking around, just let this white boy rhyme
I had to make my own label because Queezy couldn’t be signed
G.K. needs to back the f*ck off before we got an issue
N.D. cried in our last fight, here b*tch, take a tissue
My new girls In New Jersey, after an hour she said, “I miss you”
These f*cking police saw it, who hasn’t G.B. sent “Land of Diss” to?
You see how I put thought in every syllable
And even Hez wants me dead but Queezy is not killable
This ain’t Minecraft, jumping me won’t make me un-tillable
Some of these bars are invisible
Money I made on Easter, by 2 it’s divisible
My brother loves me and hates bet Queezy is forgivable
When I record sh*t that music video really be clickable
I wear mostly red but not gang related and not even political
f*cked her so hard, put her in the ER, surgery got her a clinical
My last album could’ve made me a real criminal
Recording my fight that b*tch wanted to learn through a visual
When I record this sh*t, can buy a CD or download a digital
My sh*t real raw, underground, hard like a mineral
Got locked in my house without my girl my life is real miserable
My last girl, after I left, said that my love is irresistible
School reading my sh*t they need to stop taking my sh*t so literal
I’m not predictable
This sh*t is visceral
Heal yourself up, medicinal
I am invincible
This is my pinnacle
Hit it with my horn thought I was an animal, mythical
I’m done with this song I have no time for transitional