[Intro]
Ben? Tom?
Ok, let's do this, huh
Uh, uh, uh
IShow'-Gang
Let's go, I'ma start easy first, huh

[Verse 1]
Look, Quandale, you lookin' dumb, you lookin' stupid, why? 'Cause people watch you like a movie
I'm gonna grind you up and then I'll drink you, like a smoothie
You do know, you are a meme and your clocks tickin' 'till you lose it, 'cause when your trend is over, I'ma tell you freakin' booth it
Nah, don't look at me, you got that stinkin' dooty-booty
How you lookin' sus and also lookin' really fruity, from all the thing you said, you should be locked in jail or juvy
Oh, now I'm gettin' crazy, I'm about to freakin' lose it, you ain't gonna diss again and I'm about to freakin' prove it
I smoked up all your cousins, yeah, I put 'em on a shirt, smashin' on your girls and then they tell me I'm a flirt
After my diss, you gon' wish we nеver met, like Agbaps studio door, I will lеave you in a wrecked (Damn)
Stupid lil' boy lookin' at me, lookin' messy, but Ronaldo's better, boy, don't you freakin' test me
I'm gonna knock you out and I don't need a freakin' referee
Uh, damn Quandale, why you gonna diss me, man? Now I'm gettin' crazy, crazy, now I'm gettin' angry, angry, uh
You got a big nose, big mouth, big lips, the only thing this guy ain't got is a big d— (Bruh)
Oh, you think you big with your little stick, stick, you got a big nose, I know, but that isn't it, it
You lookin' hella weird and your nose is like a fish, fish, I will turn you to a maid, boy, go and wash my dish, dish
Come and work with me, boy, I will make freakin' rich, rich, I don't really know hot you gonna top of this diss
Sayin' this, sayin' that, boy, you gettin' sick, sick, I'ma beat you like a child, somebody hand me my stick, stick
Oh, man, Quandale, don't diss me, he didn't really know my other side, now, baby, this me
Now his feelin' funny and his gettin' really, iffy, what's your IQ? I don't know, it's probably fifty
You lookin' real dumb, who the freak came up with this meme, oh, when I'm through with you, you gonna work at Disney, oh, toodles, haha, yeah
But I'm serious, boy, in your life, don't ever diss me, temp me again, leave you freakin' 6ft
I ain't talkin' tall, boy, you shorter than my meat, meat, he was callin' me, "Speed, when we gonna meet, meet?"
Don't talk to me again, I don't wanna be your friend, I hopped out from a 'Rari, then I hopped in-in a Benz
I don't wanna do this s—, I don't wanna make amends, you can not catch me outside, but you know it all depends
[Bridge]
And by the way Quandale, I smoked your cousin, you didn't—, you didn't say anything about that
What's goin' on, boy? You scared to slide for your cousins, huh, what's good, boy?
I thought you were gangster, gangster, Quandale Dingle, who the f— (Bruh) came up with that name, christ

[Verse 2]
Uh, Quandale Dingle, don't you ever say, "You gon' step on me", 'cause if you try, I can swear that it ain't gon' be heavenly
Uh, boy, step on me, please, I beg you, step on me, uh, huh, you gon' see what these hands can do
Hit you with that one-two-two, pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-boom-boom, boom-boom-boom-boom-su-su-su-sui, snitch (What?)

[Outro]
Don't play with me, man
I'm tired of this drama, drama, when I'm done with you, you'll run to your mama, mama, dingle, christ