You're using a made-up situation
Exactly, so I can explain it
Yeah, but your made-up situation, it's made up, it doesn't-
Daily madness
Hudson, what is wrong
Hudson, hudson, hudson what is-
Bettercallhudson, but nobody on your line
Think that your life is peak but I can see the decline
Always posing in the mirror but nobody think you fine
Thought that Maddie wanted you, but guess you didn't see the sign
Tryna write this diss but your name just make me wanna yawn
Think your friends are close but sorry bro they really moving on
Tryna give a couple pros but all I really got is cons
I mean you got no personality you had to copy Sean's
Your head spinnin', you on your cycle just like women
The two-tone watch up on my wrist it stay glistening
Business, I'm standing on it 'cause you know I'm winning
My condolences to all your future girlfriends what I'm sending
Next up, the guy that thought that Reagan was a baddie
You talking shit behind my back like I don't got the addy
You know you drive that Crown Vic, wishing that it was a Caddy
Crazy Outback doesn't try to grill you like a f*cking patty
I can say so much worse but I don't want you to cry
I just hit the f*cking game winner like I'm Kawhi
Don't hold grudges, but you still can't look at me in the eye
How you make friends with your enemy like this f*cking next guy
Nigga you a weirdo, and i'll never forget, all those girls you preyed upon, we know you'll never admit
They never wanted you, you used them for your own benefit
Go hit up your therapist before I make you commit
Turn my headphones down a little bit
And give me head too
I'm sorry Zack
I had to do it
I didn't want to
But imma start a Zack-a-riot
Dear Zack, I had to hop on this track
I'm out here making stacks with cheddar you can't even touch
I know your life is tough, the only nuts you eat are the ones in my sacks
You think you poppin' boy but you really just a lame
Claim you on the team, they don't even know you're name
Think you're so hard, fine i'll admit it, you are, but only around Lane
Think your taste is elite, but it's just plain
Wanted to be Freedom so bad, but you just a side character
It's Aero now, and we're taking off without ya
Yo, it's like 3:15 in the morning right now and I'm out here making diss tracks
I need to be going to sleep type shit, like
Y'all made me have to do this for real, like f*ck man
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You're using a made-up situation
Exactly, so I can explain it
Yeah, but your made-up situation, it's made up, it doesn't-
Daily madness
Hudson, what is wrong
Hudson, hudson, hudson what is-
Bettercallhudson, but nobody on your line
Think that your life is peak but I can see the decline
Always posing in the mirror but nobody think you fine
Thought that Maddie wanted you, but guess you didn't see the sign
Tryna write this diss but your name just make me wanna yawn
Think your friends are close but sorry bro they really moving on
Tryna give a couple pros but all I really got is cons
I mean you got no personality you had to copy Sean's
Your head spinnin', you on your cycle just like women
The two-tone watch up on my wrist it stay glistening
Business, I'm standing on it 'cause you know I'm winning
My condolences to all your future girlfriends what I'm sending
Next up, the guy that thought that Reagan was a baddie
You talking shit behind my back like I don't got the addy
You know you drive that Crown Vic, wishing that it was a Caddy
Crazy Outback doesn't try to grill you like a f*cking patty
I can say so much worse but I don't want you to cry
I just hit the f*cking game winner like I'm Kawhi
Don't hold grudges, but you still can't look at me in the eye
How you make friends with your enemy like this f*cking next guy
Nigga you a weirdo, and i'll never forget, all those girls you preyed upon, we know you'll never admit
They never wanted you, you used them for your own benefit
Go hit up your therapist before I make you commit
Turn my headphones down a little bit
And give me head too
I'm sorry Zack
I had to do it
I didn't want to
But imma start a Zack-a-riot
Dear Zack, I had to hop on this track
I'm out here making stacks with cheddar you can't even touch
I know your life is tough, the only nuts you eat are the ones in my sacks
You think you poppin' boy but you really just a lame
Claim you on the team, they don't even know you're name
Think you're so hard, fine i'll admit it, you are, but only around Lane
Think your taste is elite, but it's just plain
Wanted to be Freedom so bad, but you just a side character
It's Aero now, and we're taking off without ya
Yo, it's like 3:15 in the morning right now and I'm out here making diss tracks
I need to be going to sleep type shit, like
Y'all made me have to do this for real, like f*ck man
Exactly, so I can explain it
Yeah, but your made-up situation, it's made up, it doesn't-
Daily madness
Hudson, what is wrong
Hudson, hudson, hudson what is-
Bettercallhudson, but nobody on your line
Think that your life is peak but I can see the decline
Always posing in the mirror but nobody think you fine
Thought that Maddie wanted you, but guess you didn't see the sign
Tryna write this diss but your name just make me wanna yawn
Think your friends are close but sorry bro they really moving on
Tryna give a couple pros but all I really got is cons
I mean you got no personality you had to copy Sean's
Your head spinnin', you on your cycle just like women
The two-tone watch up on my wrist it stay glistening
Business, I'm standing on it 'cause you know I'm winning
My condolences to all your future girlfriends what I'm sending
Next up, the guy that thought that Reagan was a baddie
You talking shit behind my back like I don't got the addy
You know you drive that Crown Vic, wishing that it was a Caddy
Crazy Outback doesn't try to grill you like a f*cking patty
I can say so much worse but I don't want you to cry
I just hit the f*cking game winner like I'm Kawhi
Don't hold grudges, but you still can't look at me in the eye
How you make friends with your enemy like this f*cking next guy
Nigga you a weirdo, and i'll never forget, all those girls you preyed upon, we know you'll never admit
They never wanted you, you used them for your own benefit
Go hit up your therapist before I make you commit
Turn my headphones down a little bit
And give me head too
I'm sorry Zack
I had to do it
I didn't want to
But imma start a Zack-a-riot
Dear Zack, I had to hop on this track
I'm out here making stacks with cheddar you can't even touch
I know your life is tough, the only nuts you eat are the ones in my sacks
You think you poppin' boy but you really just a lame
Claim you on the team, they don't even know you're name
Think you're so hard, fine i'll admit it, you are, but only around Lane
Think your taste is elite, but it's just plain
Wanted to be Freedom so bad, but you just a side character
It's Aero now, and we're taking off without ya
Yo, it's like 3:15 in the morning right now and I'm out here making diss tracks
I need to be going to sleep type shit, like
Y'all made me have to do this for real, like f*ck man
Writer: Aaron Lirag, Bryson Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid