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[Intro: Lil Salad]
Don't name drop
Keep it nice ok
Keep this friendly
Don’t name drop

[Verse 1: ADITIO]
Smoke 2 now you act tough
b*tch boy better back up
Jinna got you hard now
I got beats with the bars now
Like Rudy but she 12
Got money act well
sh*t got me all f*cked up, but you f*ck 12; thats f*cked up
Your mom know you a pedo?
I'm the real sh*t, you a shadow
Ainhare on your wish list
Name drops, never want this
2 lines then you off this
Take shots, but you can't diss
Bring it back to the old days
Murked cuts with no fades
f*cked your dog with no shame
Benched out for the last game
Movie with Mathurah
Then you thought you got Duaa
Saw you had to throw up
You a kid now, better grow up
1 track then you fade out
You got bare sh*t I can talk about
You thought you had glow up
Checkin’ girls in strollers
Whats your type, age lower
sh*t boy you a loner
Get bullied now you move schools
Fake friends now you act cool
sh*t got you all f*cked up
You f*cked up with fake jewels
Always wear the same sh*t
Fake kicks but you act rich
Say you black but you not b*tch
After this you gonna snitch
Tell me not to name drop
You like a lil b*tch, and you a thot
Told me not to go off
But I did so, I act tuff
Don't write your own sh*t
I am the big dog, you a lil b*tch
Claimin' sh*t that you don't own
I be going off like I know
Was a friend now you a foe
Sound high so you pitch it low
Taking pills when you wake up
Main road pull your di*k out
You f*cked up in the head now
I got money so l stand out
Elco was a b*tch too
Call Wilson, thats Thai food
Nobody ever liked you
You tryna get my stu
Where the point 5 at
Civics but you failed that
Now you tryna claim that
This ain't no diss track
This gon be your life trap
Couped up in the studio
Tryna make a diss me back
[Outro]
Look, fake call from Walmart
Elf boy tryna talk up
Dirt boy got no flow
Tryna diss me, thats tuff
Man, I had enough
Rudy playing, thats tuff
You had enough
Thats bad luck
sh*t
Dirt boy
f*ck Lil Salad bro