The End (Fuck OTT)

So you think you can just bring up my name like that?
Fuck you
I've been too nice but now imma expose the shit out of you
Pig
Talk shit, get hit, get hit
No you ain't coming back from this, from this
My music hot garbage but look who quit
I dare you to reply to this diss, this diss
I don't give a fuck
OTT, yous a little bitch
Left your label
And it went downhill, in a dirty ditch
You lost me, Double A, and rest in peace Bobby
Your records not selling, now shooting is your hobby
Slinging drugs is what you do best
A year later still mention me, so obsessed
Just accept that I was your last success
Telling people I'm trash cause in the rap game your ass I surpassed?
Female goat, got these men pushing their pens
You out there in the streets bleeding, while I'm rolling in my benz
You're the brouge street king? you make no sense
More like employee at Burger King, go digest, bitch
Always at war, cinderella get off the floor
Bullets everywhere, what are you fighting for?
Just retire already and sit your ass home
You won how many battles? I bet men came in me more
What can I say, I'm hot, call me a whore
Don't you forget that you too flirted with me before
When I was bald, got my wig snatched
Like Oswald, your career's dead
Who-Chang? Wu-Chang
That's where you started, mister Creampie Creation
All Eyes On Me is the song of the nation
That's why it always plays in your car radio station
You can't run from me
To this day, I got your big mouth busy
I respected you a lot, ain't no kizzy
Tried to end it in good terms but you act like a sissy
Was it fun to blast me with an uzi?
Hurted this knee, you looked real goofy
You are no main character, this ain't a movie
Keep staying pressed, washed up old boosie
Tyrone? thought he was unknown
With all that autotune, get off my fucking phone
My back hurt from being your label's backbone
Aren't you like 42? bitch act grown
OTT stands for old tired twink
Faps to my photos, I've long been his kink
Talk shit again, disappear in a blink
Fuck with VFT, you gon taste the pink
You can't compare, yeah I'm a chart topper
I'm not JK, did not write Harry Potter
You really still rolling with that cookie cutter?
I pop molly's and, I will fuck your father
Listen
Don't judge when you've been irrelevant since ages
We not in the same lane boo
Fuck OTT