Queezy_the_Gangster
Fake Ass Bitch
(Verse 1)
Bitch you wanna throw hands start talking real shit
You can’t run your mouth so you got Antoine the bitch
I beat your boys ass and then he joined my side
My fist hitting your jaw will be like if the planets collide
You can’t say shit when we share the same name
Popular in 2 states, dawg can’t even reach my fame
I got a band and switched genres like I’m MGK
I bet you won’t respond to this diss cause you’re the one to blame
For me to spit bars at you, white boy coming from the same-
Situation the homies in because my pops wasn’t there
I get what your struggles are but, bitch I don’t care
I got out of it so you can too
But instead you starting fights and you hitting on snooze
I don’t need my boys to get involved cause you’re a pussy
You dated a GTA stripper and I bet you ate her gushy
You’s a little bitch and you prolly dated my ex
But who gives a fuck when my new chicks the best
You diss my girl and we finna have problems cuz
I got a girl but otherwise your bitch’d be choking
13 my lucky number guess I better start smoking-
You, bitch you haven’t even spoken
You tempted the beast and now he’s awoken
Pennywise boat but your ship ain’t floating
And when I’m done your face will be broken
You still a little kid play with the Chuck E. Cheese token
(Verse 2)
Look if they touch my girl they’re done
Don’t talk shit when your down, I won
And bitch don’t come at me or else you’ll be my son
You’re gonna wish you hadn’t sinned and become a nun
Any mercy shown on you? Nope, none
You won’t run up when you see the sun
Guess the rounds in the ring you’ll live through, one
Writing this rap when I’m home
My coffee is cold brew with sweet foam
Bitches dick so small, confused with mini gnome
Mentally unstable, anger syndrome
Lash out on you people don’t know ‘em
Spitting bars faster than I could mow ‘em
Say I’m a faggot I’m gonna show ‘em
Could be his dad in a minute gonna control ‘em
Well I’m not making any bread
Pay attention to what I said
I’m fucking her in my bed
You’re in the help class, sped
You’re black but blushing, face is red
Your bitch asked me to be bred
Sweeney Todd but from the scene I fled
I don’t drink but, right now I want wine, red
Our fight won’t be without bloodshed