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Niggas love switching words up

'Til I tell you put your words up

Trash niggas saw me drop my best diss and tryna cap like it's the worst one

Niggas tryna write new disses

Little bitch respond to the first one

I've got niggas sick, they're coughing

Time to put them in a hearse, huh

Niggas wanna do melodic shit, but I do that better too

In a week I won't remember you

Oh well, I tried to connect with you

But niggas petty on the internet

I don't really show an interest

I ain't one to try to catch a body

I'm the type to dismember you

Niggas get touched like an Eagle Scout

He don't even know what the beef about

But y'all won't do one-on-one's 'cause y'all know y'all lose when that shit gets evened out

Niggas lying 'bout who started

Fuze trying to cover face like hijabis

Niggas tryna sound like Carti

Stick to working in the army

I detect jealousy

You not my enemy, you wasted energy

You on that fake shit (you lose)

You Andrew Kelly'd me, all of you envy me

Imagine sending your song to a group chat to prove you bested me

My 11 songs to your 6 projects, dawg, and we still have the same plays

They mad I won't let their shit fly. I don't gotta save face

Niggas gotta fucking dick ride. Niggas mad I ain't gay

Niggas said I'm homophobic 'cause I ain't make bunch of gay jokes

About how I love to blow dick

I can't believe I just wrote this

I mean for real I can't hate

None them niggas really great

Y'all got the following

Fuck it, acknowledgement only gets you so far

When I'm the one with a speaking impediment, still sounding better than all of your songs

Don't you know it's a charge to fuck with a monument

Guess I am toxic, look how I got all of you acting so cancerous

Talking 'bout he gon' pull up

Like shut up little buddy, you not with it

Bitch you still government property

You getting sent out to Russia as an expendable operative

I'm with the gang, gang, gang. Bitch you need to stop with it

Get your battalion, bitch you Italian, you do not talk like this

Stick to your roots, and I don't mean scallions, bitch I'm too monstrous

Give me all Fuze's fucking medallions, I fired shots at him

All y'all sensitive, I'm not toxic , I'm just provocative

Your quality is piss poor. Your response was fucking doggy shit

Lose, cry or let it go. Bitch that is your option list

Andrew's too broke to go against me, bitch, where is yo common sense?

Common sense, you ain't got none (rah rah)

Man, I just bodied this (box him in like Roddy Rich, rah rah)

Man I just bodied this

And I don't need a fucking group chat telling me who's at loss with this

I know you heard my song "Santa", I've been on naughty list

My first diss took six hours and bitch I made all of it

It took you 24 hours to bite another artist's shit

Andrew, don't take down no more snippets, show me some confidence

I saw that bullshit you posted, like who checked off on this?

Y'all ain't close to no fucking bag, you're just the garbage lid

Wasting all of my time, like why am I arguing?

And, Fuze, don't cap like I started this

I've just been crossing niggas out like they're on my shopping list

Niggas talking about I regret my actions. Who the fuck do y'all think I am?

Make a real debut from St. Louis, nigga

Say some shit, then prove it, nigga

I'll berate you and school you niggas. So contemplate what you're doing, nigga

'Cause outside of your little circle, everybody boos you niggas

I'm fucking BOODA, nigga

And Xavy, I could put an index finger between each one of your teeth

I'll smack the shit out of you, nigga

Ain't nobody scared of you