[Intro]
You sound like a bitch, bitch
Shut the fuck up
When your fans become your haters
You done?
Fucking Arms small
Alright
You getting in my face, fucking small arms (You want smoke)
We doing this once
You getting in my face, your arms small
Why you getting in my face?

[Verse]
Hannah just hit me on a text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you just insulted me? I’m perplexed
Insult me in a comment, compliment me on the next
Damn, I’m really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
Was making out with Hannah in the back
Realized I forgot to text you back
Here’s that autograph for your mother
I wrote it on an under armour cap
And, And, son
Listen bruh, Dad isn’t mad
But how you gonna love hannah, and be a man hoe
The giants woke, eyes open, undeniable
Supplying smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you hit me with your fist, but you missed me
I say one call to your mom, and she goes crazy
Your twirl got the crowd yelling, “Woo!”
So before you fall, lets see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (“Dude your lean”)- ow, Andy, ooh
But I’m 16 dating the girl of your dreams
By 16 I had Hannah’s heart
Now let’s talk about something I don’t really do
Flirt with a girl, and do it with another
But you’re a fucking man hoe
Now Imma make a mountain outta you
Ho, chill actin like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Popular? Bitch, you ain't about shit
Say you’ll run up on me like a ballerina, twirling toes
Playing girls, that’s the only time you shut up
Are you dating, or cheating
What the fucks with the ego, huh? Its too big man
Cause I’m taking a shit on you, Andy, I need reading material
...Dictionary…
“Shut up twig boy, how’s soundcloud doing
How’d football go,” oh shoot how’d your dad treat you?
What do you know? Oops
Know your facts before you come at me lil bitch
Taken, oh, you cheating, bitch? I have enough love from Hannah to burn in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you the bitchy me, it’s funny but so true
I’d rather be drug addict me, then ballerina you
‘Til I’m hitting old age, still can fill Hannahs page
With my lovey dovey paragraphs
Got more fans than you rapping, lil kiddie, go dance
Feel like I’m baby-sitting Lil Tay
Got the Teresa okay so you spent your whole day sending messages just to fucking down played
Got you at your own wake, I’m the only guy
You ain’t ever loved Hannah, just played with her heart
So keep hoeing around, and listen to my flow
Andy, they’ll be putting your name
Next to Dill, next to Jakeo- die, motherfucker
Like the last motherfucker saying Hannah in vain
Alien brain, satanist
My baby girl is your greatest mistake
Her heart’s mine man, and ain’t nothing change but the locks
So before I slay your ass I, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up everyday to this (The fuck?)
Being dick-shamed by some dick using my name for clout
In a state of bliss ‘cause I took his damn girl
Now I gotta cock back, aim
Yeah, bitch, twirl your toes to this
Had your moment
That was it, as big as you were, shoulda enjoyed it
Had to give you her heart, to lose it
Lethal injection
Go to the studio, I’ll give you a B for Gone Dancing
But if i wasn’t a quarterback
You’d have Hannah, and for the record
You’d literally suck a dick, to be me for second
Lick a ballsack to get me away bruh
Give your life to have loyalty
This motherfuckin shit is like Rambo when he’s out of bullets
So what good is a fucking ballerina when it’s outta energy?
Had enough of this mutha fucking toe-twirler
How the fuck can him and I beef
He’ll have to fuck Hannah in my bedroom
I’ll give him my sandals
‘Cause he knows as long as im around he’s gonna have to live in my shadow
Exhausting letting off on her pastings
Lick a fat cock, bitch, get off me!
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You’re fucking salty
‘Cause DJ Whiteboys balls deep inside of Hannah
Your off brands, your small dick
You dance better, I rap better
That a death threat or a love letter?
Little ballerina
Thinks its over my girl, I just don’t like you, prick
Thanks for dissing me
Now I had an excuse to write this diss track
But really I don’t care who’s in the right
But you’re losing the fight you picked
Who else wants it? Andy- attempt fails! Sudden-L’s!
Fuckin toes in those tap shoes as soft as cottonelle
Killshot, I will not fail, I’m with Hannah still
But this idiots mom, runs him and tells him he’s useful
But, Andy, the day you show loyalty the day Diddy admits
That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, Ah!
I’m sick of you being wack
And still dancing at Gone Dancing
So let’s talk about it
I’m sick of your faggot ass mouth
Need to get the cock up out it
Before we can even talk about it
I’m sick of your giant ego, and new clothes
Just ‘cause you look in the mirror and think
That your Connor Merecki
Don’t mean you are, and you’re not about it
So just keep my dick in your mouth, and keep my baby girl out it

[Outro]
You fucking- oh
I’m just playing, Diddy
You know I love you