Aw no, nobody wants to throw stones no more bro Church, ha Damn son, I thought you was the diss king Never took an "L" until you tried to come impress me Now I gotta write a beat like it's summer Out thuggin' with my buddies stuntin' on some jet skis Respond jet speed, keep on lettin' me own Everythin' in this lane that you're tryna leach from One of my songs is bigger than your life long catalog You never know the feelin' of havin' arenas sing along Can't be jelly that you never popped The biggest that you ever got was hangin' with Jelly in Antioch You wanna play with me at a game that you can't control at all Better get your headset when I break both of your analogs Whatcha gon' do? Make your voice deep and talk gangsta shit? If you was gay your sissy ass couldn't even take a lick Probably fall down and scream like you broke your back and your hip On the top of a rugged mountain tip, you lil' bitch How many rappers you burn, none Give me some more snare son You ain't matchin' nothin' if I ever mention a flare up (That itches, ah-hem) But anyway quit actin' like a heavy weight If you a gator I could pay five bucks to hold you mate Rubber bands around your mouth but never in your pocket Who let the raghead in to show up and sign 40 artists just to rob their wallet? Ain't nobody head bobbin' to this Arabian scam artist, damn You a peon to me son no IG yellin' we on Flashin' the Rolex you got at your cousin's kiosk Look at his face that's the aroma of dirty sea salt The only time you got wraps is when you're puttin' your turban on I'm takin' shots at Brabo, the game is yellin' bravo Thinkin' you the bomb when you out crusin' in your Tahoe Suicide yourself inside a missel silo As-salamu alaykum, this alligator can't even swim at all, bro You know you can't compare to this Tell Savannah get your cell phone and post a pic Somebody edit the cellulite up off this chick I could play golf on the back of her thighs Call it teein' off of on a basic bitch Now it's hush-hush and Mako ain't sayin' shit to me I'm Sully in this motherfucker dumpin' all the Monster Inc And you comin' through the door 'cause Bubba got the fuckin' keys A bunch of Kapernicks so won't you motherfuckers take a knee You're at the level of a motherfuckin' bumble bee Pronunciate your words when you motherfuckers come to me In this rap game everybody know that I'm a seed You get women pregnant and dip out to go act like 17 Baby buy me baby then trade it then chasin' down all your dreams Probably got you pacin' back and forth to like two or three Pop a couple adde' 'cause you're terrified to go to sleep Put numbers on your pillow so you crash thinkin' 'bout my green But then again, probably not Your bum ass been a trust fund baby since you was a little tot Your ideas suck, third eye got low watts Ghostwriter need a ghostwriter for a response Wipe your whole team down like a pair of Nike shocks Calhoun proved you ain't comin' out the box They makin' Tik-Toks while you'r slidin' in your socks Fuck around get used like a janitory mop I'm stay runnin' hip-hop like I'm buggin' from the cops And watchin' all you motherfuckers pretend like you're smart He uses literally like a fuckin' cheerleader And then Savannah walkin' around like "Literally I could rhyme bitches with bitches with bitches" Fuckin' faggot, fuckin' dummy