Trash Video (MV)

Yeah yeah
You know exactly who you are man
You wanna sit here and talk shit about my music
And about my homies who support me
Yeah
And try to stir some shit up
I ain't taking this too serious cause I know it's just you shit talking
But I just wanna make a f*cking point
So listen up
Ok

I've got a story to share with ya
I'm just a rapper with dreams and ambitions
Feels like I'm tom cruise, it's an impossible mission
Cause I can't drop a single track without somebody dissing
Mamma said if you ain't saying something nice, don't say nothing at all
Well I'm sorry mamma, I'm about to drop the ball
This cock sucking motherf*cker's gonna run and sprawl
I'm not afraid to put a hater on the wall, on the ground
Cause I don't have a single f*ck to give that I've found
You wanna talk shit? Well what goes around comes around
I'm gonna run this town like the mother f*cking mayor
You're wearing that toddler ass, looking Jordan sweat suit like you think that you're a player
Well you better think again, better send up one last prayer
You were talking shit and I called you out, said say that shit to my face
You're like bro hit me up with the addy where you stay and I'll steal your shit from your place
I sent the addy and never heard back like a cold case
The suspect seems to be a pussy, try to push me
When I'm talking don't you f*cking shush me
You're the one who's full of shit so I'm the one who's flushing
Hating on my music cause you wish you was me
I'll shove my timb down your throat
Then we'll see if you talk shit bout what I wrote
Now get back in McDonald's cause your break is over
You think your running shit? Homie I'm the damn composer
You feeling lucky punk? You gon need a four leaf clover
This faggot's acting like a bitch so it's time to expose her
Just to get some closure imma smoke her, throw her, smiling like the joker
They like why you so serious? You don't even know her
This fake ass bitch is wearing the same J sweatsuit in three posts, f*cking poser
Change your clothes
I'm talking to you Garcia, I'd hate to f*cking be ya
Try to take my shit and I swear that you'll catch three
On that Instagram post you playing with your toy gun, smoking blunts,
Choke you cunt, I'll grab your head like a damn ball and punt
Bitch I really stay strapped everywhere I go
I just wanna make sure you know
That I'm not mad about the comment but you need to back it up
You dipped cause you knew I'd smack you
I told you exactly where I was, what's up cuz?
You got scared, what? Now you're not feeling the damn buzz?
You didn't think that shit would get so real
Now you like a f*cking bitch that squeals
You got me in my f*cking feels, call my music f*cking trash
Well at least I'm making cash
You're wearing the same damn clothes in every pic I passed
You better shut the f*ck up!
You're like a f*cking poster just fronting
F*cking cunt, what you want? why the stunt?
But I swear to God I'll beat you down then scrape you up
Make you squeal like a baby pup, I'm bout to overflow your cup
You fake ass poser, you boutta be over
It's time to dispose of and expose her, writing this song just to get a little closure
Anybody want some pussy? Cause this kid might be an organ donor
You were supposed to show up, I should've known that you were all talk
You won't do shit so eat a f*cking cock before you get socked
Your world will get rocked, you know we could've just talked like a couple grown men
But you had to piss me off so I had to get my pen
This song isn't a threat, it's a warning, are you listening?
Come rolling up bitch and I swear that that'll be the end, amen!

I realize that I can't sit here and make a little diss track for every person who hates on my music
I mean, I know that that's just part of it, but this guy in particular just
Dragging other people into it, hating on everybody
That's not cool man, just grow up a little bit, that's all I'm asking
Also if you're gonna talk a big game, back it up man
Anyways, I'm out