BRETT DISS TRACK
Brett's a fat ass hoe
He don't wanna hang with us no more
My homie's moving away, oh no
My homie's moving away, oh no
Moved out west he's simping
So overweight he's limping
On the course never sinking
I still smell him he's stinking
My man's bouta head out
He don't wanna hang with us no more
Motherfucker moved out west threw a stiff sock in the grand canyon
Brett bouta be bald next season
Idiot thinks he's left handed
You smell like you farted
Intelligence? I'm smarter
Driving he's shanking regardless
Golf cart driving motherfucker bitch, show me your wallet
Brett found a girl who tolerated his shrimp
He went from toe sucker to a couch trucker and now you're a master simp
Get yo long palm tree neck ass back to the 413
I swear on your dog the whole gang gonna pull up and hit a lick on your crib
Imma kill you bitch
Okay you're eight thousands faster
More like eight tons more fatter
You got dusty ass knees
Your ugly face is even wacker bald bitch
Simping for pussy, moved your ass out to the boondocks
Running away, but you can unmunch her friend's box
Oh, I'm Brett
"I'm never hopping on Xbox
I get no likes on my Tik Toks"
If I see you
I'm finna bust in your mouth
Fuck it, im stealing your couch
Post it up on marketplace
Next up imma fart in your face
You're so fat you got back fat in your ass crack
Gas price high as your cholesterol
Girl's in court, no basketball
Ugly ass looks like a neanderthal
No pants involved when I come to L.A. and murder you
When you sweat it's burger juice
I'll remember you by them blue balls
Wanted top, got a hand job
Pre cum then she stop
Pre cum then she stop
And you gave her friend top
And you said she had a WAP
Fuck Brett
You skinhead
No more foreskins for you since you left
You went home and you bust in the shower
Now you clogging up the drain
And your hair's falling out bruh
Better use more Rogaine
Brett's a fat ass hoe
Brett's a bald mofo
My homie's moving away, oh no
My homie's moving away, oh no
Moved out west he's simping
So overweight he's limping
On the course never sinking
I still smell him he's stinking
My man's bouta head out
He don't wanna hang with us no more
Do you ever think you're really safe?
Run up on you jump in your place
Your best protection is Walmart mace
Know you wanna give my toes a taste
Damn bro you're really overweight
On the strings your guitarted
Shit his pants, he farted
It ain't over, he just started
Rake some bunkers
I'm a couch cummer
Marky Mark's your full time lover
L.A. where the fuck is that?
You're gay, could have told me that
On the course imma murder you
In real life imma murder you
Hairline's getting murdered too
Can't resist imma flirt with you
Brett's a fat as hoe
Brett's a bald mofo
L.A. where the fuck is that?
Simping
Bust in your mouth
Limping
"Just bring me home! Just bring me home"
"Okay I'll bring you home"
Brett thinks he's got a job
He treats the green like it's the lid
Never seen him drink some water
He's got chap ass lips
He's got shit for sale
He'll confiscate your chair
How'd you afford the bail
I shit up in your mail
Rest in peace to your hair
When's the wake? Just send me the location I'll be there
California? Bitch where?
He's middle-aged you should be scared
You better lock your mailbox
I'm gonna shit, yeah you watch
You'll receive the poop sock
Moved your ass out to the boondocks
You better lock your mailbox
I'm gonna shit, yeah you watch
Moved out west he's simping
Moved your ass out to the boondocks
He don't wanna hang with us no more
My homie's moving away, oh no
My homie's moving away, oh no
Moved out west he's simping
So overweight he's limping
On the course never sinking
I still smell him he's stinking
My man's bouta head out
He don't wanna hang with us no more
Motherfucker moved out west threw a stiff sock in the grand canyon
Brett bouta be bald next season
Idiot thinks he's left handed
You smell like you farted
Intelligence? I'm smarter
Driving he's shanking regardless
Golf cart driving motherfucker bitch, show me your wallet
Brett found a girl who tolerated his shrimp
He went from toe sucker to a couch trucker and now you're a master simp
Get yo long palm tree neck ass back to the 413
I swear on your dog the whole gang gonna pull up and hit a lick on your crib
Imma kill you bitch
Okay you're eight thousands faster
More like eight tons more fatter
You got dusty ass knees
Your ugly face is even wacker bald bitch
Simping for pussy, moved your ass out to the boondocks
Running away, but you can unmunch her friend's box
Oh, I'm Brett
"I'm never hopping on Xbox
I get no likes on my Tik Toks"
If I see you
I'm finna bust in your mouth
Fuck it, im stealing your couch
Post it up on marketplace
Next up imma fart in your face
You're so fat you got back fat in your ass crack
Gas price high as your cholesterol
Girl's in court, no basketball
Ugly ass looks like a neanderthal
No pants involved when I come to L.A. and murder you
When you sweat it's burger juice
I'll remember you by them blue balls
Wanted top, got a hand job
Pre cum then she stop
Pre cum then she stop
And you gave her friend top
And you said she had a WAP
Fuck Brett
You skinhead
No more foreskins for you since you left
You went home and you bust in the shower
Now you clogging up the drain
And your hair's falling out bruh
Better use more Rogaine
Brett's a fat ass hoe
Brett's a bald mofo
My homie's moving away, oh no
My homie's moving away, oh no
Moved out west he's simping
So overweight he's limping
On the course never sinking
I still smell him he's stinking
My man's bouta head out
He don't wanna hang with us no more
Do you ever think you're really safe?
Run up on you jump in your place
Your best protection is Walmart mace
Know you wanna give my toes a taste
Damn bro you're really overweight
On the strings your guitarted
Shit his pants, he farted
It ain't over, he just started
Rake some bunkers
I'm a couch cummer
Marky Mark's your full time lover
L.A. where the fuck is that?
You're gay, could have told me that
On the course imma murder you
In real life imma murder you
Hairline's getting murdered too
Can't resist imma flirt with you
Brett's a fat as hoe
Brett's a bald mofo
L.A. where the fuck is that?
Simping
Bust in your mouth
Limping
"Just bring me home! Just bring me home"
"Okay I'll bring you home"
Brett thinks he's got a job
He treats the green like it's the lid
Never seen him drink some water
He's got chap ass lips
He's got shit for sale
He'll confiscate your chair
How'd you afford the bail
I shit up in your mail
Rest in peace to your hair
When's the wake? Just send me the location I'll be there
California? Bitch where?
He's middle-aged you should be scared
You better lock your mailbox
I'm gonna shit, yeah you watch
You'll receive the poop sock
Moved your ass out to the boondocks
You better lock your mailbox
I'm gonna shit, yeah you watch
Moved out west he's simping
Moved your ass out to the boondocks
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