Diss the opps

Diss opps freestyle Diss track to some motherfucker He wanna fuck with me well we gon' see He gon' understand why I'm shady let's get it uh huh Double it up capping it up You ain't got worth so I called you an opp You ain't got flow you're shame to the pop You ain't gon' sign cos you gon' flop Paid for the numbers you're deluded cos we're nice in the judge 4 judge Aim for the buzzer stepping up slowly I ain't gonna pay to feel on the top You're a crackhead like Jeff Hardy That's why you rhyme like ecstasy You looking homeless you looking hopeless you looking "You ain't got legacy" Learning to rhyme from Central Cee You got that rhyme from Hennessey I ain't a rookie I've got that boogie that's gonna send you to therapy You gotta shave that beard cos you looking like Jeeze and that is blasphemy You ain't gon' wrap that rizz cos you looking cringe with signs of tragedy I ain't a gansta but I'm an alpha I'm gonna gonna give you agony Rooting the fame but I ain't clout chasing that ain't my fucking strategy You ain't got cash You ain't got bash How you gon' get the nyash? You wanna clash with me I'mma lash the diss till you feel like an ash Please just hear yourself when you rap cos you just sound like a grandma moaning Bitch wanna sleep in the park in the dark cos he ain't got cash to pay what he's fucking owing Alright