Lil Autistic Diss Track
How the fuck is you so fucking short
Fucking your mom in her jorts
She is bigger than New York
His head is built like a fork
He is shorter than a door
He is built like a four year old
Nigga said he wants to be sold
This nigga like a hoe
I look down and say
What are those
You know that he chose those
Fucking his bitch in the back (Back)
You already know i'm making this track (Track)
You know I be making them racks (Racks)
This is a personal attack (Attack)
Making these niggas laugh (He-He-He-Ha)
Guess who is on the track
Making that comeback
Smoking on that pack
That is a fucking fact
You know I'm on that
That's fucking that
Then I'm passing it back
Passing it back
Passing it back
Passing it back
Passing it back (Yuh)
Hitting the bitch from the back
You know that the beat is hard
You know I'm shooting for the stars
You know I'm going hard
Dropping these crazy bars
You know you're fatter than lard
Got 20 million cars
Half of them are parked
You kinda smell like you shart
Gonna hit you with a dart
Go Kart racing like I'm in fucking Mario
Soaking yo bitch in cum like Oreo
Sucking my dick like a mothafucking sloppy joe
Sucking my dick and she's like a sloppy hoe
This diss finna make him go
His father is in some cuffs (Oh that's rough)
He ain't even tough
He is such a flippin buff
You know this diss is really tough
We're always on that stuff
You are a little buff
You're songs are fucking scuffed
He doesn't get no love
That must be really tough
We're ballin like some doves
Fucking your mom in her jorts
She is bigger than New York
His head is built like a fork
He is shorter than a door
He is built like a four year old
Nigga said he wants to be sold
This nigga like a hoe
I look down and say
What are those
You know that he chose those
Fucking his bitch in the back (Back)
You already know i'm making this track (Track)
You know I be making them racks (Racks)
This is a personal attack (Attack)
Making these niggas laugh (He-He-He-Ha)
Guess who is on the track
Making that comeback
Smoking on that pack
That is a fucking fact
You know I'm on that
That's fucking that
Then I'm passing it back
Passing it back
Passing it back
Passing it back
Passing it back (Yuh)
Hitting the bitch from the back
You know that the beat is hard
You know I'm shooting for the stars
You know I'm going hard
Dropping these crazy bars
You know you're fatter than lard
Got 20 million cars
Half of them are parked
You kinda smell like you shart
Gonna hit you with a dart
Go Kart racing like I'm in fucking Mario
Soaking yo bitch in cum like Oreo
Sucking my dick like a mothafucking sloppy joe
Sucking my dick and she's like a sloppy hoe
This diss finna make him go
His father is in some cuffs (Oh that's rough)
He ain't even tough
He is such a flippin buff
You know this diss is really tough
We're always on that stuff
You are a little buff
You're songs are fucking scuffed
He doesn't get no love
That must be really tough
We're ballin like some doves
Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Ramsey, Isaiah Williams
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