Prod. 16 Beats - 2 MIN DISS Lyrics

Aye aye aye aye huh
What what huh what what huh aye

All of my clothes they fitted
All of my chains they fitted
All of these checks I get it Shoot it like golf ball hit it
All of these bitches dumb Throwin' these bands like it's for fun
Talkin that shit you get Tommy gun
Hit that shit like it's a drum yeah

Get up out my way (way)
Let that choppa spray (spray)
Shoot it to your face (face)
Leave em to decay (cay)
F*ckin' with the gang (gang)
Throwin' up yo A's (aye)
All these bitches fake huh
All these rappers fake

Talkin' that shit that you runnin' the A
Postin' on TikTok gettin' your fame
Wannabe Juice WRLD you is a lame
Get out my lane so I'll switch up the game
Droppin' the album gave you a feature
You is not talkin' you not a preacher
You not a starter you on the bleacher
He is so washed up he like a t-shirt

Hold up wait a minute yeah
Let me go and step back
Let me get my get back
You said you would get back
It's been around four months
But he hasn't done much
He done went and f*cked up
He done went and f*cked up

All of my clothes they fitted
All of my chains they fitted
All of these checks I get it Shoot it like golf ball hit it
All of these bitches dumb Throwin' these bands like it's for fun
Talkin that shit you get Tommy gun
Hit that shit like it's a drum yeah

Get up out my way (way)
Let that choppa spray (spray)
Shoot it to your face (face)
Leave em to decay (cay)
F*ckin' with the gang (gang)
Throwin' up yo A's (aye)
All these bitches fake huh
All these rappers fake

Everyone hatin' cause they ain't gon' make it yeah
Everyone sayin' how I ain't gon' make it yeah
Everyone prayin' that I hope I don't make it yeah
But everyone watchin as I go f*ckin' make it yeah

Ra, ra, ra, ra
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ba, ba, ba, ba