You think you the shit

Boy you dead wrong

Callin me a stick

Man That’s yo head gone

All the shit you sayin you ain’t neva

Stood on business

Nigga want attention nigga you can really get it

Sayin thank me I would thank you if quit the singin

You a dirty San Fran bum nigga what the fuck you on

All that fuckin talkin leave you hanging by yo drawls

I ain’t with the playin games nigga not at all

Nigga keep on playin games we gon knock you off

We gon drop you off, drop a hit and then I’m gone

Man yo disses whack, stick to making carti songs

You can barely call that rap how you thinking you better than me

Man I took to the mic one time and you already smellin defeat

Shoulda called it 7 min drill cause that song shoulda been deleted

If I let that lil shit slide then them niggas gon say im weak

But its fuck what them lil boys think them niggas ain’t harder than me

Exclusive shit my ass, you know that shit was trash

2 weeks for 40 seconds, nigga what the fuck was that?

Them niggas is gassing yo head and you lettin it happen, my nigga that’s tragic

Take a hour or 2 when it come to me nigga this shit automatic

I’m saving the goods in the vault it’s not even worth letting you have it

And I don’t think I’ll need it

I’m movin undefeated

I ever see you imma show you nigga that I mean it

I’m feeling to conceited

Oh wait that might be you

You don’t even gotta bend down to ties yo shoes

What the fuck you say in them songs nigga I don’t have a clue

Why the fuck would you come after me for nigga it was all jokes and you tryna spin shit outta proportion, it’s fuck what you think nigga you can’t even rap how could you try and make a diss track, nigga needa go the j Cole route and apologize for I really lay one out on you nigga

AND ITS STILL THANK GOD