Diss

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)



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Writer(s): Travion Battle
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