Текст песни Talent - Lil Flexer feat. Yung Spiderboi55

That LD collab ain't a classic (it ain't)
Your foot fetish is psychopathic (gross)
Wrinkled feet with the dog shit (dog walk)
All your bitches on my dick (yah)
Submarine Man go back to the sea (bandcamp)
Your stinky feet don't get no pussy (no Santa's brother)
Lama Doodle back in the paper (record label)
Imma just make it quick, eraser (pencil)
Doodles with the Poodles, sucking on the noodles (no mom's spaghetti)
Old Man Dad, no strawberry strudels (us no tims)
Imma pull up on your block and make it brutal (like killshot)
All your diss tracks shit and futile (your a bad boy)
Derek Doodle with Old Man Dad (records)
I'm afraid, y'all going mad (vic mensa)
Stinky feet gon' be all you have (disgusting)
Your impact muffled like the verse by Nav (Yosemite)
Rich White Man go get the strap (the Mac)
You got lost on the street, better go and find the map (fortnite)
All your money disappearing (ain't got longer)
Better go run away when I'm nearing (watch out!)
The blood gonna splatter all over your precious feet (you suck toes)
"Smell a smell a smell", "foot a foot a smeet" (bad diss)
I gave you a loan for you to buy a phone (bum on the street)
But when I went to the studio I started hearing moans (parental advisory)
And I saw Old Man Dad fucking a hoe (disgusting)
You screamed the lyrics of Lil Jon's Get Low (to the window)
Your maturity is at the level of a toddler (terrible two)
Foot Fame for the grammy, you don't even get an Oscar (no emmy)
"Put your feet in the air", you ain't even got any (so dirty)
Choking on the feet, your pockets don't got pennies (no 50 cent)
Better get your own hair before you shave Footye North's (he bald)
Old Man Dad in the studio with a bunch of fucking whores (no horse)

So you're rolling with the bloods now?
We gon' pull up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

I'm back haters, you know me
I ain't sub man, I ain't smelling feet
You make a song called "Fuck All Does Lamas"
Maybe you should say "I want that drama"
Stupid clout chaser making songs with 6iine
That blood fake, you gonna end up like a land mine
Me and my crips pull up
You fall off just like Gudda Gudda
You like Lil Toenail, then go fuck shit
This gonna be the end of your career
You no better than Lafear
Your verses mediocre, French Montana
You look just like Racist Santa
You too busy with foot disease, you eat shit
Why don't you come and fight me, little bitch
Why don't you come and fight me, little bitch