Speed Diss lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Yeah, Goofy Ahh Uncle Productions (Mmm, n*gga)
Run that sh*t back, SN
Ay, that n*gga Speed be actin’ riggity-roo, n*gga
(Real trap sh*t) Hahaha

[Verse]
I’m changin’ your name from Speed to Sped (Sped)
’Cause n*gga, you dumb as sh*t
Always on the stream tryna diss (Diss)
Lil’ n*gga, you a b*tch
n*ggas know that I’m the greatest (Greatest)
And n*ggas know that you the lamest (Uh-huh)
And b*tches know that I’m Him, and lil’ n*gga, you ain’t it (You not)
This song will f*ck you in your anus, ‘cause I heard you was the gayest (Gay b*tch)
‘Cause you be hangin’ with Adin, and y’all like playin’ (Yeah)
You know what I’m sayin’
You know what the f*ck that I’m talkin’ about (Okay)
Lil’ n*gga on stream, always dissin’, you better watch yo mouth
n*gga, you ugly as sh*t, that’s why Ben ain’t your friend (Friend)
Racks, racks, I just spit, on your b*tch, in yo crib (Okay)
Speed, you indeed need to be put in a facility
‘Cause you're crazy, and I pull out the Glock
Shoot you in your motherf*ckin’ teeth (Your teeth)
n*ggas say that you’re cool, that’s crazy talk
Pull your pants down, look at your willy
n*gga, you got a baby c*ck (Baby di*k)
Me and Juandale finna pull up in a boat (Yeah)
Wе gon’ spray the dock
Uh, n*gga, I’m finna griddy all over your body (Your body)
Double-pump a n*gga with thе shotty (Shotty)
Yeah, I got heem, last n*gga that tried to diss me
You know I caught him, then I shot him
His name was Daniel Larson, n*gga, you know I fought him (Fought him)
[Segue]
Ayy, let me change the f*ckin' beat up, n*gga

[Part II]

[Verse 2]
Your b*tch wanna sit on my di*k and eat it up like Ritz (Ritz)
She wanna have my kids, I don’t give a sh*t
I’ma leave that b*tch (f*ck you)
That n*gga Ben, he wanna come
Chill with me, but not with you (Not you)
Yeah, that n*gga Ben, said “you’re lame as sh*t
And you smell like doo-doo” (Like sh*t)
I’m finna walk you down like a shoe, I am a baby, goo-goo-goo
You are a monkey, go back to the zoo (Zoo)
Gay-ass n*gga, go f*ck on a dude
Where the f*ck are your b*tches, I have no clue (No clue)
But I bet that Blue do (Blue’s Clues)
Racks on racks all on my wrist (b*tch)
Trap jumpin’ like a kangaroo (Oh f*ck!)
Yeah, this song just started a motherf*ckin’ fire (Fire)
Call me Australia, I’m so motherf*ckin’ hot
Lil’ n*gga, I don’t need a lighter
Yeah, yo mom got cakeity cake, I’m finna wife her
I am not playin’, boy, I’m no liar
Pull out the Glock, get popped like a tire
These n*ggas be callin’ me Will Smith
‘Cause I’m finna smack you with speed
I’m finna smack your dumb ass on stream
I’m finna pork your b*tch, ‘cause you want beef
n*gga, yo head shaped like Steve
Finna cut off your wicks, Keanu Reeves
(Ayy, my bars be goin’ the f*ck over y’all heads)
Your b*tch finna sit on me like a seat
Light up a motherf*ckin’ swish
n*gga, you know that I’m smokin’ on zaza
That n*gga Speed can’t beat me, nah, nah
That n*gga music is trash, caca
All that I hear is “Blah, blah”
Your b*tch finna show me her ta-ta
Pull out my di*k, she said, “Ooh-la-la!”
[Outro]
Goofy Ahh Uncle Productions
I’m out, n*gga