Verse 1)

Verse 1) Yo, you rollin’ up, but you lookin’ like a mess, Short and stout, man, you know you can’t impress, Got that taco breath, man, it’s heavy in the air, Step back, little homie, you ain’t goin’ nowhere. (Verse 2) Chillin' in the corner, tryin’ to act all tough, But we see through the bluff, man, you just not enough, Got that greasy vibe, yeah, it’s stickin’ like glue, Every time you step up, the crowd just moves. (Verse 3) Face like a piñata, man, it’s lookin’ all wrong, Tryna flex with your crew, but you don’t belong, Swag in the dumpster, man, it’s hard to ignore, You the punchline, bro, always beggin’ for more. (Verse 4) In the game, you a joke, yeah, we laughin’ too loud, Steppin’ in the ring, but you can’t take the crown, So take a seat, little man, let the real ones play, Chill vibes, but your style’s just a cliché. Use