Ghostwriter Diss
From NY to 305 put respect on it
Bitch I do this like I'm Nike put a check on it
Hoe I'm looking like a lick and you sick
What is this?
Another non rappin ass bitch
Bitches sayin I can't rap know that's cap
I'm young toro in the flesh that's a fact
I ain't got no runner up you bitches wack
Said I'm a local bitch the city on my back
Boss bitch but I come from out that mud nigga
From the city of them killers and them drug dealers
In the Benz on 95 pulling up nigga
Kingpin round my neck never tuck nigga
Bitches playing tough on that IG
Pull up hoe you know where to find me
Ion rap beef bitch I kill people
Fuck a rap beef I'm the grim reaper
Fuck a group of bitches Ridin two seater
I'm a real rapper
You a bullshitter
Make these hoes madder
Bitch you so bitter
Hoes looking straight pissy
Like some cat litter
Fuck a fake friend
I'm just tryna stack figures
Get my money up
Bitch I run it up
On the gram making fake pages I don't give a fuck
Never act up in my face cause you know wassup
Hoes don't wanna say it to my face cause that semi tuck
Bad lil bitch from the crib 305 yup
That lil hoe talking shit she get tied up
From the city where we drive with no license
Got Jamaicans and some Zoe's know they sliding
Bitch I'm steady counting up these dead white men
Cut these bitches off cause they trifling
And Hoe you not a rapper you a hype man
Aye shoutout all y'all ghostwriting bitches
Internet sneak dissing behind all of them fake pictures
Bitch I do this like I'm Nike put a check on it
Hoe I'm looking like a lick and you sick
What is this?
Another non rappin ass bitch
Bitches sayin I can't rap know that's cap
I'm young toro in the flesh that's a fact
I ain't got no runner up you bitches wack
Said I'm a local bitch the city on my back
Boss bitch but I come from out that mud nigga
From the city of them killers and them drug dealers
In the Benz on 95 pulling up nigga
Kingpin round my neck never tuck nigga
Bitches playing tough on that IG
Pull up hoe you know where to find me
Ion rap beef bitch I kill people
Fuck a rap beef I'm the grim reaper
Fuck a group of bitches Ridin two seater
I'm a real rapper
You a bullshitter
Make these hoes madder
Bitch you so bitter
Hoes looking straight pissy
Like some cat litter
Fuck a fake friend
I'm just tryna stack figures
Get my money up
Bitch I run it up
On the gram making fake pages I don't give a fuck
Never act up in my face cause you know wassup
Hoes don't wanna say it to my face cause that semi tuck
Bad lil bitch from the crib 305 yup
That lil hoe talking shit she get tied up
From the city where we drive with no license
Got Jamaicans and some Zoe's know they sliding
Bitch I'm steady counting up these dead white men
Cut these bitches off cause they trifling
And Hoe you not a rapper you a hype man
Aye shoutout all y'all ghostwriting bitches
Internet sneak dissing behind all of them fake pictures
Credits
Writer(s): Sade Rolle
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