100 Carrots ft. P-Moneyy Lyrics

Wanna send shots but never take shots

You outdated no pocketwatch

You sipping seltzers I'll take the scotch

That track with me is the best you got

Your life's a botch you bottom notch

You droppin albums and no one cops

What you can't you see, not a friend to me

Wanna talk shit you're an enemy

You got the same flow that everyone knows

It'll never be hot like winter it's cold

You doin the most send death threats won't back it up though

Just a broke bitch hoe

Say I'm trash but numbers don't lie

I've packed out shows quite a few times

Ain't hard to tell I'm doin alright

I'll stop right there 'fo I catch a homicide

This the last time all you tell is fuckin' lies

This the last time you a failure in my eyes

All you do is run your fuckin mouth but don't want no smoke

Like bong rips you blow smoke and that's why you a joke bitch

This the last time that I'll have you in my lines

This the last time that I'll ever pay you mind

Dawg tell me you ain't faking on the motherfucking net

Make me roll through on the block and leave that motherfucker wet

Okay this bitch right here talk real slick so I come right down

Then I slapped his bitch,

Now normally I dont fuck with clowns, just ask T-Rev boy I get down

Now unfortunately Kid G my round, and I love beef just ask around

I got the sauce and I got the sound

Lining em up and knocking em down

Tell me one thing real quick right now

How the fuck you drop and you lose some fans

You a loser man, you foolish man

You don't even pop on google man

That's brutal man

This yo Mutha fucking funeral man,

Now here lies Paralyzed, momma said you fucking special but I think you parents lied

This is how a rapper dies, 2 for 2 bitch ima ride

It's all true bitch I ain't lied

This the last time all you tell is fuckin lies

This the last time you a failure in my eyes

All you do is run your fuckin mouth but don't want no smoke

Like bong rips you blow smoke and that's why you a joke

This the last time that I'll have you in my lines

This the last time that I'll ever pay you mind

Your music sucks your girl fucks are you a cuck she homie hopping

I know shit that you don't so watch your step I ain't joking

This really ain't none of my business

I really don't think she committed

She tired of being let down she wanna get down but needs a freak in the sheets

Bro you can't even beat up a beat

The beat riding you lil homie

You think you in the freshman class HA, you ain't even a rookie

I just wanna make it clear, if you wanna talk shit to your peers

That's fine and all but if I hear I'll keep dissing you year after year

I sent you a link said it was dope, oh now you a yes man bro? (Fuck)

Well, say it ain't so

Sold you my stu, you sound like shit

Made a shitty track no little bitch

Stop acting like you rich

Pussy boy…

You've been dissed