DISS Lyrics

Bitch go in the house cause you got a curfew

Can't make you a song so nobody know you

How you let somebody take yo poll from you

Than you tried to play it off like you don't know dude

But yeah we know the truth cause you cap

Tried to make a song you can't even rap

Keep playing with me boy you gone get yo ass tapped

These bullets gone hit you make you have a crap

Yeah you lied bout yo age just to fit in

No you not old enough no you can't get in

Get the fuck out my car you can't even sit in

I can't even see you cause I got the tint in

Tryna flex with my gun like it's yours that's fake

Flexing with that money boy that shit I'll take

Don't come outside cause yo ass ain't safe

Cause you know imma up that bitch in yo face

You ain't got no car you flexing with yo grandma shit yeah

When that nigga Josh ran up on you, you ain't do shit

You rather run up in the house and call yo daddy like a lil bitch

Fuck yo daddy cause he can't save you when I punch you in yo shit

You just call me and said my music was trash can't even name yo song

How talking all that shit but going out sad you know you wrong

You know I got that stick I up that bitch right to yo fucking dome

(You know I got that stick I up that bitch right to yo fucking dome)

You going out said like a bitch

How you false claiming and you ain't hitting on shit

Man that shit don't make no sense

You ain't making no money ain't getting no cents

(You going out said like a bitch

How you false claiming and you ain't hitting on shit

Man that shit don't make no sense

You ain't making no money ain't getting no cents)