[Part I]

[Intro]

Yo, it's sad that you have to lie for your diss track

You really think I struggle to get girls?

You’re a funny guy, you know?

Very funny guy

[Verse]

Let's start off with the obvious things

You got less subs and you're clearly not slim

You’re a YouTube scrub, I'm a YouTube king

You started a war that you're not gonna win

So Andrew, stop it

All of the talk, just stop it

When I was at my house counting up all the racks

You were at the Sidemen house squatting

Fat fuck

Sidemen House got you all gassed up

You jumped on a track and you wanna act tough

But if we jumped in the ring, you'd get slapped up

I'ma fuck your wife like a horse

Then I go take her for a drive in a Porsche

If you saw the messages and letters by Laura

You'd be screaming "Divorce"

You want to talk about Ps

Your wedding was shit and the dress looked cheap

It's about to be so peak

You fucked up, I'm gonna go deep

Andrew Shane, get sent to the gallows

Say your bars are deep, but they’re all so shallow

You went to uni for a whole 3 years

Just to be stuck in JJ’s shadow

All the years you've been begging

Probably changed his bedding

But the one thing that you ain’t been spreading

Is that JJ paid for your wedding

[Part II]

[Interlude: Randolph & Zerkaa]

I'm happy, like, I got my wife

I'm enjoying li-

Well, when you mean you have your wife

You might not have her that long

[Hook]

Yeah, I challenged and he ran

He ain't messing with the man

He know I got all the plans

He know I’m making the bands

All the lies, I cannot stand

'Cause he begging off the clan

Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne

Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne (Little bitch)

Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne (Fucking snake)

Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne (Fat prick)

Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne

[Verse]

You say JJ this, JJ that

Call me Walmart, let's talk facts (Okay)

JJ's in your top ten videos

JJ got you that YouTube plaque

JJ's cameraman, JJ's bitch

Got your lips on JJ's dick

When JJ got signed to a label

JJ didn't even bring you in (Oh, shit)

How can this guy battle me? (Woah)

Brother pays his salary (Why?)

He cannot handle me (How?)

Lay off the calories (What?)

L.A., wanna bring it up (Wow)

This dirt, dig it up

Did you tell Laura all the girls you were ringing up?

Card declined, that's true (Okay)

But I'm worth 5 mil' (Five)

5 more than you

All your music is trash, ah

Will Smith, you're an actor

Fat prick, get the camera

Holding smoke like cancer

[Hook]

Yeah, I challenged and he ran

He ain't messing with the man

He know I got all the plans

He know I'm making the bands

All the lies, I cannot stand

'Cause he begging off the clan

Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne

Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne (Ayy)

Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne (Yeah)

Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne (Hmm)

Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne