Omar (UK)
You Thought
{Omar}
Ok, drop the beat, turn on the heat
I'm aboutta drop a disstrack so lit
That you'll get on your knees
Hit it, dizeec!
{DizeeC}
I don’t know why bitches be talking behind my back
Get a motherfucking life
Yall keep saying i hate geometry
When i really hate you bitches
This is all for them annoying hoes out there
You outta line, but you hoes don’t even care
Hit it, Omar
{Omar}
Someone get joel some lakewood donations
Bitch be saying he rich on some occasions
Me & my gangsters know your location
Stop flexing them fake ass goggles
Go and eat your $1 tacos
Ouuu
You think you so funny
But you're really not
You don’t have the money
To buy your "Louis Vuitton"
Bitch, your pants are sagging
And so are your balls
Hit it, my ni— i mean, dizeec
{DizeeC}
You aboutta call me a nig-
Bitch do me a favor and bless you self
You be looking like some burned ass elf
Even Dr.L don’t like you
He gives you all them zeros
Go and eat your stanky Cheetos
Bitch, go back to Pakistan
Bet your family ain't even a fan
You say you gon' drop that disstrack
All im gonna do is smack you in the ass
You stank!
Drop the beat
Mic drop!