[Intro: Yesify & Javier Barry]

They just dissed me bro

They don't know how to act

That will leave a blister

And fuck with his sister, HA!!!

Ight

Wooh

Ight, make sure you fuckin' burn them this time

[Verse 1: Yesify]

ConDawgZ, just stop

Your funny videos are a flop

I only use you 'cause you're a prop

You're like a scene I had to crop

Cut the shit, cut the edit

All your tweets, I fuckin' read it

You make videos off of me, boy, give me some credit

Talkin' shit on DMs too

Boy, you're blues without a clue

Let's not mention "Yesify, who?"

I was in your whole review

Y'all some whiny bitchеs and I guess y'all can't take hate

I saw you crying to your commеnts, and that shit was clickbait

Conner, son, I'ma teach you a lesson

You're a failed abortion, ain't no question

Hopefully, I will end your depression

His fifth —no sixth, therapy session

All bark, no bite

I took a L but at least I can fight

You think that you're better and acting snobby

If I'm Logan Paul, I'ma film your body (Ayy)

This is it, I'm fucking done bro

Go to Disney, you look like Dumbo

Why y'all disgusted when I rap about sex?

Stop showin' off 'cause you have nothin' to flex

I don't make racks, bitch I make checks

When he raps, he sound like he's chokin'

I forgot he's high and he is tokin'

You said we're playin', but bitch I ain't jokin'

On your diss, I made a comment and I guess you could not take it (Take it)

Just like your reactions, bitch, you had to fake it (Fake it)

People say you have bars, bitch, I say, "Where?" (Where?)

Look at them damn kids gettin' shot over there

"Shut the fuck up!"

No bitch, I'm speakin' (Huh?)

I forgot to mention I also see your momma on the weekend (Ooh)

Yeah you mad, call yo mans

You should OD on some xans

Why you dissin' 'cause she pans

When you look like a trans?

You be talkin' too much (True)

Get the duct tape (Yeah)

Make the right decision and decide your escape (Whoo)

He just be hatin', he talkin' a lot

Bitch I burn hot like a coffee pot

Motherfucker, third degree burn

Javier, bitch, it's your turn (Damn)

[Verse 2: Javier Barry]

(School Shooter)

Hop off my boy, Yesify

We in court 'bout to testify

You stutterin', 'bout to make a lie

That's right, yeah, we hope you die

Keep it hundred with you real quick

Me and Yesify are just too sick

But now you fuck with my clique

Talk shit, we run up with the sticks

Whitest of the whites, that sounds like you

I think Anna would agree too

Take Conner right back to the zoo

Ask everybody and they say, "Who?"

ConDawg, let's test your rhymes

I'm dissin' a nigga who forgets his lines

Think that you're rich, go doodle your wealth

You the type of nigga who Google yourself

Ooh, let's pierce a piercing

Let's play tag with your ex named Kiersten

Oh, damn, sorry to take you

But you're a corn dog and I had to bake you

Okay, back on Austin Cohn

He takes lyrics to the heart, not to the dome

It's okay, I just got off the phone

When he raps, he sounds like his mom when she moans

Go cry because you're a weeper

ConDawgs is just a speaker

Don't get grounded, that will make me weaker

If you spit back, then I will cut deeper

You look like you're the maddest

And your story, that is the saddest

Your channel is so fucking dead

Boy, please, pick up the status

Bitch I'm a bull, so say, “olé”

Run into you, that's what I say

Took your diss down, why you afraid?

Just stop tryin', you say, “okay”