Okay
Lil somethin
I'm dodging shit with a reflex
Speeding down the street with no speed check
I be making money every time I make a bet teller be tired when I go and get a check
People so flimsy gotta talk shit about me
When conversations isn't for free
I go hard and I got tea I got a lover who love a real freak
Why the f*ck you even came in my life?
No home dad, got you living out back
Here's your diss track, I'm about to put it in the air for you to feel that
Oh yeah
You mad tight staring at bitches with your eyes wide
You selling for less, that's quite right You had one kid and then you had three
How the f*ck you make more, not affording me?
My mother took you to court, and you in child support
You was stuck with a child you couldn't abort
Lied to the court, said my mom was a whore So you couldn't admit that I was yours
Hey trailer owner, you probably in the store Being a cashier and runner, yeah
You lost the stocks, all your dreams all went to a cardboard box
Yeah, I'm sick with it Me roasting you, got you all damn in your feelings
Yeah, you living low, I'm living high
You a small fry, how can you take care of one by not even yourself
You a chop, you an animal wanting what the cage like locked
Yeah, you out back yeah you outback You a dirtbag, picking cans from the trash
Getting sidetracked, getting your shit dispatched
Wear your socks and your clothes looking mitchmatched
Yeah, lil somethin
Monsta plat