Diss lyrics

[Intro]
Somebody gave me a f*ckin' doll for Christmas G
And they named this sh*t Kash Doll
I don't play with dolls, I wanna rip this b*tch head off right now, let's go

[Verse]
Ayo, Big Bird, how you feeling?
What happen to the climbing poles to the ceiling?
Now you wanna sneak diss while admiring?
You should take a look at yo environment
'Cause all my n*ggas convicts, wake up wanting conflict
So you know they clappin' any f*cking ratchet that I tell 'em
b*tch, this a bomb flick
Looking at that lipo I think something need to be fixed
And you can mention me one more time
When you made more than one hit
'Cause this the Windy City ain't sh*t pretty, you gone have to toughen up
Drop a line of hoes going straight down yo chest like a buttonup
Chiraq, my city you cannot handle, bro
Jump out on business like I'm a manual
Walk through any block, I'm a lost animal
Split her down the middle like a camel toe
After I pull up she gone need a doctor
I'm at her door like "go home Roger"
Just to show out like n*ggas in new J's
Trick girl and scout I'm tighter than new braids
See Kash Doll, I mean Trash Doll
b*tch, you don't even know me
No face, no case, so I can't even use emojis
(It's too late, f*ck a debate)
Crack her head with her own mixtape
Dare you to get out of pocket, b*tch eyes a be out of socket
How the f*ck do you got options? When you be on the pole for the profit?
Reminding, I'm glad yo outfits be shiny
b*tch, I got that poison Ivy
If Trash Doll on the mic I'll take her light like Steph with Riley
(She prolly ain't even catch that, you know b*tches don't use they brain no more, they give it though)
Do a 360, with a clean hit, let a bullet hit her and sting sh*t
Warm up yo ass on some Spring sh*t
When the law come I do not speak English
You don't know what you started, but ch-ch you a target
I'll pledge allegiance but I'm heartless
Plant another body in my garden
Miss slurp that di*k till it c*m will make yo name smaller than a crumb
I'll chew you up and then spit you out
Like you sh*t but a piece of gum
Started from the bottom stripping yo way up
Thought she was Ronald McDonald with all of that makeup
Got to come deeper, bye, Felicia, I mean Keisha
You a stripper hoe get it on the floor
Probably never owned a f*cking Visa
Uh!
[Outro]
You fake booty b*tch, fake titty b*tch
Who can't f*cking rap, I could teach you some sh*t
All you had to do was ask, bruh, all you had to do was ask
I got the answers, b*tch!
C'mon, man, looking like Dave Chapelle
C'mon, man
C'mon, man
Get the f*ck outta here, man
I'm done with this b*tch!