[Verse 1]

Now look at this little bitch snitch

Hadda wait for the beat switch

Venom coming out my lips lips

Go and make fun of my lisp lisp

That still makes you a bitch bitch

Why don't we settle this shit like real artist and make a diss diss

This ain’t the courtroom I ain't afraid to smack up a fag

Slanderous accusations my ass go chase a bag

Don't mean to brag but I’m just being honest

I ain't the best but desolation made me vomit

I should be locked up

For the shit Ima bouta do

Sorry it might be fucked up

I'm a better rapper than you

Boo hoo hoo you piggy back off your friends success

Take away the money and the garbage lyrics now there's nothing left

Oh so sorry for hitting you where it hurts

No disrespect to him but you should be in a hearse

I ain't gotta touch ya to damage ya I use words

Don't push me Zachary bitch I'm really on the verge

And why the fuck you always rap like you got a stuffed nose gay boi I just found out ya fashion sense isn't the only thing that blows like woah

You’re getting beat by Jeezus believe it I’m better

Rat faced fuckers only in it for the cheddar

Face it you think your cold because you fucked a fifteen year old

That's a little bold you assume I might fold because it’s my ex

Like it's always gotta be about the sex right

[Verse 2]

Come on Hold'n your a border line sex offender imagine being a rapper and a child molester

Did I cut too deep like 6ix9ine huh

I told you I'll get my revenge I’m about mine huh

But still you thinking that shit talkings this big crime huh

Like oh my god I haven't even reached my prime huh

Stop crying bitch they bought like four of your albums

You're so successful in a few years let me know the out come

[Verse 3]

I came for ya head once and you chose to stay silent so this time I got no choice but to get fucking violent

Ultraviolet rays in my sun shades

You're so worthless boy yea bitch behave

Let's talk about the numbers, it's all about the numbers

Bet when you found out I'm more popular it was a bummer

Fuck it like Push said it's gone be a surgical summer

I'm shitting on you bitch it's time to call the plumber

To fix the pipes the leaks

Boy you ain't you unique

I got you pissing in your sheets

You were wishing you were me

I said one thing and you got mad at me

Yea aight can't wait to see you in court Zachary