Speed Diss lyrics
by Quandale Dingle - deleting profile
[Part I]
[Intro]
Yeah, Goofy Ahh Uncle Productions (Mmm, n*gga)
Run that sh*t back, SN
Ay, that n*gga Speed be actinā riggity-roo, n*gga
(Real trap sh*t) Hahaha
[Verse]
Iām changinā your name from Speed to Sped (Sped)
āCause n*gga, you dumb as sh*t
Always on the stream tryna diss (Diss)
Lilā n*gga, you a b*tch
n*ggas know that Iām the greatest (Greatest)
And n*ggas know that you the lamest (Uh-huh)
And b*tches know that Iām Him, and lilā n*gga, you aināt it (You not)
This song will f*ck you in your anus, ācause I heard you was the gayest (Gay b*tch)
āCause you be hanginā with Adin, and yāall like playinā (Yeah)
You know what Iām sayinā
You know what the f*ck that Iām talkinā about (Okay)
Lilā n*gga on stream, always dissinā, you better watch yo mouth
n*gga, you ugly as sh*t, thatās why Ben aināt 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
āCause you're crazy, and I pull out the Glock
Shoot you in your motherf*ckinā teeth (Your teeth)
n*ggas say that youāre cool, thatās 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)
WŠµ gonā spray the dock
Uh, n*gga, Iām finna griddy all over your body (Your body)
Double-pump a n*gga with thŠµ 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 donāt give a sh*t
Iāma 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 āyouāre lame as sh*t
And you smell like doo-dooā (Like sh*t)
Iām 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 (Blueās Clues)
Racks on racks all on my wrist (b*tch)
Trap jumpinā like a kangaroo (Oh f*ck!)
Yeah, this song just started a motherf*ckinā fire (Fire)
Call me Australia, Iām so motherf*ckinā hot
Lilā n*gga, I donāt need a lighter
Yeah, yo mom got cakeity cake, Iām finna wife her
I am not playinā, boy, Iām no liar
Pull out the Glock, get popped like a tire
These n*ggas be callinā me Will Smith
āCause Iām finna smack you with speed
Iām finna smack your dumb ass on stream
Iām finna pork your b*tch, ācause you want beef
n*gga, yo head shaped like Steve
Finna cut off your wicks, Keanu Reeves
(Ayy, my bars be goinā the f*ck over yāall heads)
Your b*tch finna sit on me like a seat
Light up a motherf*ckinā swish
n*gga, you know that Iām smokinā on zaza
That n*gga Speed canāt beat me, nah, nah
That n*gga music is trash, caca
All that I hear is āBlah, blahā
Your b*tch finna show me her ta-ta
Pull out my di*k, she said, āOoh-la-la!ā
[Outro]
Goofy Ahh Uncle Productions
Iām out, n*gga