RESPONSE Lyrics

Yes sir, this is lil seco on the mic

Wait, wait, you asking, you asking who's in last?

Oh, haha, let me show you

You said I'm on that voice effect, so I got back on this voice effect

Sorry I made you disconnect sorry I'm rapping like a wreck

12 car pile up, I'm talking death

Flow so cold, make you lose your breath

To say I ain't making an accomplishment

Bitch you tripping, get off the meth

Big wet, nah, you a little fucking puddle

Talking drip, drip, drip, only tapping on my shoulder

I'ma hit, hit, hit, back with what is in my holster

Finger guns I'm pointing, cause the violence is all pointless

Got em looking again, big fish well I cut off your fin

Every diss I hear, it's the same thing again

Random Sins is ass, yeah we get it now past the gas

Have you ever even heard of artists expressing their concerns?

Making that song saved my life, so do I regret it?

Fuck no

And yeah, yuck is trash, I'll say it again

Let me see your songs do 4k in two years

Let me see your songs bring a girl joy

Let me see your songs ruin a man's life

You know, I thought I couldn't mix for shit

Then I heard bro's song, I was like, what the fuck is this

If I can't even hear you talking shit about me, why should I listen

You said I'm on that voice effect, so I got back on this voice effect

Sorry I made you disconnect sorry I'm rapping like a wreck

12 car pile up, I'm talking death

Flow so cold, make you lose your breath

To say I ain't making an accomplishment

Bitch you tripping, get off the meth

Let's go, let's go, let's go

Oh you calling me a hoe, I've never heard that, how original

Oh no, I do not let go, I don't forget, I don't forgive

Don't got that kindness in my soul, I got that death all in my breath

Cause I murder with my words, I'm a killer straight since birth

Defending yuck is crazy, guess you wanna have his baby

I've said it once, I'll say it again, you stupid if you think I'ma quit

Your words can't hurt me, I'm a narcissist

Everything you say I've already said to myself in a mirror, when I'm at my wits end

So it's like B Rabbit v Clarence in this bitch

Yeah

You know I gotta give credit where credit's due to trying to step to me

But bro, take this shit back to the drawing board

Shit is not ready

You can take the fucking pen home, write some shit

Hah, eight mile

Fuck it, you can take the mic home with you

Fuck outta here