COSTCO GUYS DISS TRACK Lyrics

Aye, GG back. I'm on the track. Aye, yo, skeet

Yo, oh, oh shit. Skrt, skrt, skrt

You're a bunch of Costco guys. You probably like men with big thick thighs

You're a bunch of Costco guys, going by your treadmill from Best Buy's

Your favorite thing to eat, be that chicken bake

Your older sister got a double chocolate cake

I be spitting bars like you know I'm MF Doom

Yeah, this fat track boutta bring the fucking boom

And these rhymes have meaning and you know they ain't just nothing

My homie Big Justin, shoving down the muffins

Ate the whole buffet while I was at sizzler

I be pulling, yeah, yeah, I'm the fucking rizzler

You ain't no Alpha. Yo, you're not a Sigma

Just like Tyler Blevins, you got fucking Ligma

And I know with the diss, you're gonna feel a lot of pain

But I'ma clean it up and I ain't leave no stain. Big AJ

Aye, Big AJ, he a wrestler

He be kinda cringe, he drive a Tesla

I got stacks of cash and I still work out with tires

Career be bound to fail so I start revving up the Friars

I don't give a shit, you ain't gonna sue

You're too bitchy, I'm gonna poo

Aye

Doom Doom

Fat bassline

Oh

Here we go now

Built like a Minecraft Enderman

I cant rap

Aye, you ain't bring the boom

You ain't bring the fucking boom

Only thing I do is bring the doom

You ain't bring the boom, you just go boom

You go boom cause I blow up your house

You go boom cause I blow up your house

You go boom cause I blow up your house

Say it with me, I will blow up your house

Aye