Songtexte Diss 4 - WINT3RR!

Bitch I'm back, three fuckin' freestyles and I'm on my forth
But every single time I make one, I don't hold back
So this ones finna' be even worse
Shits finna be lethal as hell
I might even have my mommy
Call me and put me to the fuckin' corner for this one
Huh Peyton smells like cheese
If I call her number up, she'll get on her knees
If I pay her 50 dollars that's some prostitution fees
And this hoe love me (like what?) bitch please
Yeah I'm pissin' on her name, that'll give you fame
And your ex-boyfriend's on the spectrum (Carter!)
And you a basic white bitch, you probably gonna snitch
And you just one hoe I got 25 to list
Like Darcy I'm just gettin' started, are you retarted?
Smell that shit? Ha I think she farted
You look like a trans, your new man is a fag
You a cheatin' white bitch you a dirty lil hag
Your boyfriend looks like a mole rat
Yeah his music career can suck my left sac'
Man what the fuck is 3 goons that shits ass
You was definitely a fent baby you like takin' crack
You the definition of a mosh pit
Shits been used so much you need to wash it
You probably worth 9.99 at the market
Yeah whats an A-plus? you only take D's
Ha cheated 8 times you probably gained STDs
Ha bitch I'm in my prime, Ha when be on Diss 5 get ya ass in line
Ha shordy this is diss time, see I'm the only one who can make a diss
Ha ruin your career while takin' a piss
Bitch I'm rappin' I ain't cappin'
How the fuck you lyin' bout' yo bands but you lackin'
Yeah called my brodie up about his gang bitch I'm tapped in
Ha Neva sold drugs but I'm still fuckin' trappin'
Bitch I'm still fuckin at it, I don't chill
Yeah, pump your guts full of pills
YBD wannabes make a run for the hill
You grade nines gotta' chill
Cuz' as long as we in miller imma' rap till you ill
Gotta' pencil pack huh, finna' write yo ass
Huh finna smoke dat pack, huh Zayden pack
Huh man fuck Vello finna' hit you with a cello
You a fake wannabe gangsta' bitch, bitch I'm just bein' real
Why you talkin' shit bout' my friend
Keep meowing bitch, you finna' end
Yeah you look like a tweaker, he walks with an arch
Call him McDonald's that boy got an arch
Lil bro need a haircut he looks like my butt
Lil bro needs cologne he smellin' like farts
Your whole life's a joke, you probably do coke
Yeah, I'll be your therapist now you can cope, yeah
Haha, get dissed bitch
That's for everyone who got dissed on this song
I'm the king mothafucka' don't you fuckin' forget it
Yeah, bitch