TO YOU (Diss)
Spent two racks on some fucking shoes
It doesn't really matter to you
Me in your title equals more views
Come at me and you'll fucking lose
Yeah I'll cut you up like a scythe
Yeah I'm coming at you all night
And you know I got the off white
You so scared you need a night light
Pull up on me you say night night
Flying this beat up like a kite
Yeah I pull up, I'm done with the sprite
You talk to me, best be polite
There is no fucking escapin'
Fall on on your face and you scraped it
Yeah that beef you fucking faked it
I pull up and I'm fucking wasted
Not like all the time I wasted
But neither am I fucking faded
Wasting bands on a regular basis
I don't pull up, and you're devastated
Hit you back and forth like ping pong
Like mike said it's just a damn song
You made a song throwing some sneak disses
But your disses weren't really strong
Hit you back and forth like ping pong
Like mike said it's just a damn song
You made a song throwing some sneak disses
But your disses weren't really strong
Nah, they aren't strong like God damn
Nah, do it yourself, you got hands
And I do it myself, with my own fucking hands
Wallet's getting full of all these fucking bands, ayy
Spent two racks on some fucking shoes
It doesn't really matter to you
Me in your title equals more views
Come at me and you'll fucking lose
Talkin' some shit, take a seat
Yeah we know JBay on the beat
Yeah your bitch smelling real sweet
Come fight me, like for a treat
But don't even try to subtweet
Run up on it, like an athlete
Yeah I just copped a new suite
Please just accept the defeat
Got my ice on my wrist
Got my ice on my bitch
Got my fist to your chest
Don't even try you a guest
I think you know I am the best
You need a bulletproof vest
I think you know I am the best
You need a bulletproof vest
Hi-hats hitting hard
This track gonna leave you scarred
Hi-hats hitting hard
This track gonna leave you scarred
Burn you up, you're feeling charred
Break you into a bunch of shards
Every time you pull out your card
Getting declined, like all of your art
Spent two racks on some fucking shoes
It doesn't really matter to you
Me in your title equals more views
Come at me and you'll fucking lose
Spent two racks on some fucking shoes
It doesn't really matter to you
Me in your title equals more views
Come at me and you'll fucking lose
It doesn't really matter to you
Me in your title equals more views
Come at me and you'll fucking lose
Yeah I'll cut you up like a scythe
Yeah I'm coming at you all night
And you know I got the off white
You so scared you need a night light
Pull up on me you say night night
Flying this beat up like a kite
Yeah I pull up, I'm done with the sprite
You talk to me, best be polite
There is no fucking escapin'
Fall on on your face and you scraped it
Yeah that beef you fucking faked it
I pull up and I'm fucking wasted
Not like all the time I wasted
But neither am I fucking faded
Wasting bands on a regular basis
I don't pull up, and you're devastated
Hit you back and forth like ping pong
Like mike said it's just a damn song
You made a song throwing some sneak disses
But your disses weren't really strong
Hit you back and forth like ping pong
Like mike said it's just a damn song
You made a song throwing some sneak disses
But your disses weren't really strong
Nah, they aren't strong like God damn
Nah, do it yourself, you got hands
And I do it myself, with my own fucking hands
Wallet's getting full of all these fucking bands, ayy
Spent two racks on some fucking shoes
It doesn't really matter to you
Me in your title equals more views
Come at me and you'll fucking lose
Talkin' some shit, take a seat
Yeah we know JBay on the beat
Yeah your bitch smelling real sweet
Come fight me, like for a treat
But don't even try to subtweet
Run up on it, like an athlete
Yeah I just copped a new suite
Please just accept the defeat
Got my ice on my wrist
Got my ice on my bitch
Got my fist to your chest
Don't even try you a guest
I think you know I am the best
You need a bulletproof vest
I think you know I am the best
You need a bulletproof vest
Hi-hats hitting hard
This track gonna leave you scarred
Hi-hats hitting hard
This track gonna leave you scarred
Burn you up, you're feeling charred
Break you into a bunch of shards
Every time you pull out your card
Getting declined, like all of your art
Spent two racks on some fucking shoes
It doesn't really matter to you
Me in your title equals more views
Come at me and you'll fucking lose
Spent two racks on some fucking shoes
It doesn't really matter to you
Me in your title equals more views
Come at me and you'll fucking lose
Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Heichelbech
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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