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Diss the type to get dominated By five white guys With bruised thighs He’s a strange guy He lost the battle to G5 And became gas, gas housewife So to say he standing on bidness Will not fly Diss the type to do a crawl by You’re not even old enough to get a pistol, so don’t try It’s time to stand on truth and stop lies If you pull a Gun on him He gone freeze and stare with wide eyes You not a gansta buddy so why lie You barely basic Your bars complacent Lack of creativity blatant You beat me you shading Or passing out payments cause I stomp on you roaches now step on the pavement And admit you under flexes enslavement How you gonna talk shit and half your crew bisexual You get lead by 16 year-old you pedophile homosexual Diss stand on business when it’s a rectum festival But you mumbling a battle I’m gonna need you to up your decibels Cause your street credit is not reputable your bars are not credible I eat your verse like a edible But the thc is low This shit kicking in slow Diss said wanted a battle And I told him let’s go But weak bitches tend to stick together Hence the term birds of a feather This chicken can’t shit on me And he to stupid to duck on me So I put him in the coop like Smokey Cause This nigga a bird to me I’ll spit in your mama breakfast Give her a back shot and scramble her eggs Her pussy is turkey bacon That’s a cheap imitation And diss the type of nigga that don’t know his limitations He thinks he’s gonna make it big doing fake dissertations Keep it real your crew don’t even match your energy Flex used to be fyg you are not the same pedigree