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These streets full of comedians these niggas funny acting
Know of a few frenemies they plotting the end of me
And nigga that's no cap there's no cap in my rap
What's this
What's this
Another pussy nigga throwing salt on my clique
I said what's this
What's this
Try to keep up with my bars but the flow is too quick
I said what's this
What's this
A subliminal diss from a nothing ass bitch
Ima dump the whole clip
Sick of all the bullshit
In this crab in the barrel ass city I'm pissed
I said what's this
What's this
Just a nigga going crazy on the metronome
I said what's this
What's this
A young brother on a hustle Kevin gates two phones
I said what's this
What's this
Put a snake with the rats thought it wouldn't go wrong
Been way too long had to hold my tongue
Bout to hit you with everything under the sun
I said what's this
See this motherfucker thought it was sweet
They a lower class saiyan stepping to an elite
Really think they on my level but could never compete
You better move out the vicinity when beefing with me
The only stick you ever hold is when you climbing a tree
Every time you hit a show they got you paying a fee
Ain't nobody ever heard about you upping a ski
So what makes you even think that you can kick with the Lee's
A thousand degrees of heat will have you weak in the knees
So stay the fuck from out the kitchen with the real ass Gs
Never thought in my whole life I would dissing a skeez
Took a swing and you missed man I love that breeze
Like taking candy from a baby being petty with ease
Never AWSUM just a groupie always hanging on deez (yep)
Something like Benedict Arnold nigga kept trying to steal our cargo
Had to let her go real fast ejecto seato flying out the Monte Carlo
Now they salty and feeling ballsy
Singing in the background thinking that you're Halsey
It's nauseating to think that I did all this waiting
For a rebuttal that'll get me to contemplating
Just to hear that you crying about how I'm so Shady
So I guess now I gotta make you Machine Gun Kelly
Kill shot now I'm off to the deli
Take your guts and I mix them with Peggy Hill's Brown Betty
Use your skin as the leather to make a brand new Pellé
Took a green eyed beast and I made it some grape jelly
You're sick in the head for wanting some mo
Talking tough until this G come put his foot in the door
The day you best me is the day that Roddy and Trippplesix agree
You really were the one that wrote frenemies
You keep talking shit
Ain't upping no blicks
Ain't running in shit
Ain't making no moves
You keep talking shit
Ain't upping no blicks
Ain't running in shit
Ain't making no moves
You keep throwing shade
But ain't dropping names
Ain't making no plays
You look like a fool
So keep playing games
Throw salt on my name
With nothing to gain a lot you will lose
You keep talking shit
Ain't upping no blicks
Ain't running in shit
Ain't making no moves
You keep talking shit
Ain't upping no blicks
Ain't running in shit
Ain't making no moves
You keep throwing shade
But ain't dropping names
Ain't making no plays
You look like a fool
So keep playing games
Throw salt on my name
With nothing to gain a lot you will lose
You FUCKING
Oh
And I'm just playing TrippplesiX and Roddy bro
You know I love you guys
(Hehehehehehehehe)