Текст песни RESPONSE - lil seco

Yes sir, this is lil seco on the mic
Wait, wait, you asking, you asking who's in last?
Oh, haha, let me show you

You said I'm on that voice effect, so I got back on this voice effect
Sorry I made you disconnect sorry I'm rapping like a wreck
12 car pile up, I'm talking death
Flow so cold, make you lose your breath
To say I ain't making an accomplishment
Bitch you tripping, get off the meth

Big wet, nah, you a little fucking puddle
Talking drip, drip, drip, only tapping on my shoulder
I'ma hit, hit, hit, back with what is in my holster
Finger guns I'm pointing, cause the violence is all pointless
Got em looking again, big fish well I cut off your fin
Every diss I hear, it's the same thing again
Random Sins is ass, yeah we get it now past the gas
Have you ever even heard of artists expressing their concerns?
Making that song saved my life, so do I regret it?
Fuck no
And yeah, yuck is trash, I'll say it again
Let me see your songs do 4k in two years
Let me see your songs bring a girl joy
Let me see your songs ruin a man's life

You know, I thought I couldn't mix for shit
Then I heard bro's song, I was like, what the fuck is this
If I can't even hear you talking shit about me, why should I listen

You said I'm on that voice effect, so I got back on this voice effect
Sorry I made you disconnect sorry I'm rapping like a wreck
12 car pile up, I'm talking death
Flow so cold, make you lose your breath
To say I ain't making an accomplishment
Bitch you tripping, get off the meth

Let's go, let's go, let's go
Oh you calling me a hoe, I've never heard that, how original
Oh no, I do not let go, I don't forget, I don't forgive
Don't got that kindness in my soul, I got that death all in my breath
Cause I murder with my words, I'm a killer straight since birth
Defending yuck is crazy, guess you wanna have his baby
I've said it once, I'll say it again, you stupid if you think I'ma quit
Your words can't hurt me, I'm a narcissist
Everything you say I've already said to myself in a mirror, when I'm at my wits end
So it's like B Rabbit v Clarence in this bitch

Yeah
You know I gotta give credit where credit's due to trying to step to me
But bro, take this shit back to the drawing board
Shit is not ready
You can take the fucking pen home, write some shit
Hah, eight mile
Fuck it, you can take the mic home with you
Fuck outta here