ain't shii the follow up (diss to kese)
Here’s the polished version again, in a copy-friendly format for you: --- [Verse] Hey, I remember just a few days ago, You was on my dick, talking like you cold—no. Now all I hear is "bitch," I'm on your ass, better grab that clip. You ain't a man, you a straight-up bitch, Rappin' 'bout guns but suckin' d**k? Stop playin', you ain't built for this. Don’t make me catch you in a Uber, na, Last dude ran but the scooter moved quicker, na. Say your past hits different—what past? You ain’t got a future either, that’s facts. Say you on top? I'm the ruler, na, You the loser, I’m the chooser, na. Pick your path—I control that map, You was callin’ me "master" just last week, cap. I'm street, you an actor, Ain’t no rapper, just a slacker. All your freestyles weak, Every one of 'em filled with lies, you don't speak heat. Yeah, I drop that dish, now you eatin' fish, n***a. I don't like you—get off my "For You" page, Back when you ain't have a name, I gave you power, all you did was take my fame. That was the last time they heard your name. Better learn to aim—take notes, You gon’ need it when that red dot float. Aim at his brain, squeeze with control— If you miss, you f***ed like a used condom, 'Cause the bottom where you got the problem --- [Verse] Hey, I remember just a few days ago, You was on my dick, talking like you cold—no. Now all I hear is "bitch," I'm on your ass, better grab that clip. You ain't a man, you a straight-up bitch, Rappin' 'bout guns but suckin' d**k? Stop playin', you ain't built for this. Don’t make me catch you in a Uber, na, Last dude ran but the scooter moved quicker, na. Say your past hits different—what past? You ain’t got a future either, that’s facts. Say you on top? I'm the ruler, na, You the loser, I’m the chooser, na. Pick your path—I control that map, You was callin’ me "master" just last week, cap. I'm street, you an actor, Ain’t no rapper, just a slacker. All your freestyles weak, Every one of 'em filled with lies, you don't speak heat. Yeah, I drop that dish, now you eatin' fish, n***a. I don't like you—get off my "For You" page, Back when you ain't have a name, I gave you power, all you did was take my fame. That was the last time they heard your name. Better learn to aim—take notes, You gon’ need it when that red dot float. Aim at his brain, squeeze with control— If you miss, you f***ed like a used condom, 'Cause the bottom where you go, no problem. --- To copy it: 1. Tap and hold anywhere on the text. 2. Drag to highlight it all. 3. Hit Copy. 4. Paste it wherever—your notes, music app, or studio doc. Want me to send it as a .txt file too?
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Here’s the polished version again, in a copy-friendly format for you: --- [Verse] Hey, I remember just a few days ago, You was on my dick, talking like you cold—no. Now all I hear is "bitch," I'm on your ass, better grab that clip. You ain't a man, you a straight-up bitch, Rappin' 'bout guns but suckin' d**k? Stop playin', you ain't built for this. Don’t make me catch you in a Uber, na, Last dude ran but the scooter moved quicker, na. Say your past hits different—what past? You ain’t got a future either, that’s facts. Say you on top? I'm the ruler, na, You the loser, I’m the chooser, na. Pick your path—I control that map, You was callin’ me "master" just last week, cap. I'm street, you an actor, Ain’t no rapper, just a slacker. All your freestyles weak, Every one of 'em filled with lies, you don't speak heat. Yeah, I drop that dish, now you eatin' fish, n***a. I don't like you—get off my "For You" page, Back when you ain't have a name, I gave you power, all you did was take my fame. That was the last time they heard your name. Better learn to aim—take notes, You gon’ need it when that red dot float. Aim at his brain, squeeze with control— If you miss, you f***ed like a used condom, 'Cause the bottom where you got the problem --- [Verse] Hey, I remember just a few days ago, You was on my dick, talking like you cold—no. Now all I hear is "bitch," I'm on your ass, better grab that clip. You ain't a man, you a straight-up bitch, Rappin' 'bout guns but suckin' d**k? Stop playin', you ain't built for this. Don’t make me catch you in a Uber, na, Last dude ran but the scooter moved quicker, na. Say your past hits different—what past? You ain’t got a future either, that’s facts. Say you on top? I'm the ruler, na, You the loser, I’m the chooser, na. Pick your path—I control that map, You was callin’ me "master" just last week, cap. I'm street, you an actor, Ain’t no rapper, just a slacker. All your freestyles weak, Every one of 'em filled with lies, you don't speak heat. Yeah, I drop that dish, now you eatin' fish, n***a. I don't like you—get off my "For You" page, Back when you ain't have a name, I gave you power, all you did was take my fame. That was the last time they heard your name. Better learn to aim—take notes, You gon’ need it when that red dot float. Aim at his brain, squeeze with control— If you miss, you f***ed like a used condom, 'Cause the bottom where you go, no problem. --- To copy it: 1. Tap and hold anywhere on the text. 2. Drag to highlight it all. 3. Hit Copy. 4. Paste it wherever—your notes, music app, or studio doc. Want me to send it as a .txt file too?
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