[Intro]
“Haha, bitch, you rap like you’re ten”
Haha okay, chill, Barry (Ight, ight, ight)
I ain’t tryna hurt your feelings

[Verse]
Yeah I drowned in a motherfuckin' far sea
You claim to have straps
But I think it’s in yo car seat
Each video only got ten views
You said I took a L, but, did I really lose?
Big followin', I don’t need the clout
Tell me why your ego more bigger than yo house
Your fridge empty, big boy
Yeah, I think that you starvin'
You diss on what I have but you live in the apartments
You can’t end my life if you ain’t even got one
I don’t need a boxing match to prove that I won
Kill you on a beat, around his body with chalk
It’s hard to diss a rapper who’s got writer’s block
Everybody sleep on you
Boy, you a mattress
Your response gonna fail just like your acting
(Okay, that was a littlе fucked up; chill bro; he’s an actor)
Failed audition, I don’t see you on my TV
You say you got Glocks but all I see is BBs
I think you insеcure but you don’t really show it
You’re not worth boxing so I’m dissin' my opponent
Go make another video about another funny moment
Scream into your mic
Boy, thinkin' that it’s funny
Bitch, you work at Subway
Why you flexin' money?
Got yo hand on my ass
Tell me who’s the real dummy
Stop takin' credit 'cause you know I wrote Rookie
You call me a weirdo
You stuck your finger in a dog’s pussy (Yeah it’s true, though)
Go make another line about my hot ass breath
I got a heart disease
At least I ain’t got two big ass breasts
Wanna be a cop so bad, you ain’t shit
Flash your lights, all you flash is tits
You make videos but you don’t want clout
You call your music trash
Then why you put it out?
I got a team with my coaches
You a nasty ass bitch
And your house full of roaches
You work at fast food with your weak ass checks
Let me bring up that time you had to pay for sex
You say you from Philly and you think that’s a flex?
Stop talkin' Philly, we in O.K. City
You don’t fight people, you just stay inside
And play wit' your willy (Oh really?)
You creep women out
Boy, you are obsessive
You’re just a SoundCloud rapper with no message
Bring up that time I got nervous on stage
You callin' me emo
Yeah I think it’s a phase
You just a ten-year-old with rage
I’ll rip your face off like Nicholas Cage
Only friends you got is in a game chat
And you chillin' in the lobby
Boy, shut the fuck up
Rappin' is your hobby
Uno reverse card, I think that you poor
Nobody fuckin' wit' your music no more
You stomp people? Yeah we gettin' bored
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ma leave you in the background
Get slapped up like a bad child
Yeah my flows be changin' like the weather
I’ll shred yo ass like some motherfuckin' cheddar
Just admit it, I’m better
In yo raps you make your voice so deeper
I smoke the loud just like a speaker
I got the views
Yesify boy be reachin'
Stop doin' drugs before you start tweakin'
*Gunshot*
[Outro]
Alright, I’m out