diss track William and Henry

Barz from the Shadows (Verse 1) Yo, step back, lil’ bitch, it’s my time to flex, You rollin’ with your crew, but they all in the wrecks, Talkin’ ’bout your bars, but they thin like air, I’m spittin’ straight fire, you just sittin' there scared. Your mama got a whip, but your ass can’t ride, Screamin' "I’m a real rapper," but you ain’t got pride. You say I’m not legit, well fuck how you feel, Your girl’s out here lookin' for a real deal. (Chorus) I’m the king, you a joker, all your verses in the toilet, Talkin’ big game, but you ain’t got the coin to spoil it. You wastin’ all your time with that cheap-ass fit, Come at me again, I’ll leave you in a split. (Verse 2) I’m the one makin’ moves, while you splashin' that water, You drippin' like a sponge, but I’m flowin’ like I oughta. Your sister’s in my DMs, tryin’ to catch a vibe, But you out here actin’ like she ain’t on my tribe. William and Henry, man, I’m out here raisin’ hell, You claimin’ you’ve been through it? But boy, who can’t tell? You roll cheap, lookin' broke, where’s your drip at, bitch? I’ll serve you up a plate, yeah I’m callin’ it a diss switch. (Chorus) I’m the king, you a joker, all your verses in the toilet, Talkin’ big game, but you ain’t got the coin to spoil it. You wastin’ all your time with that cheap-ass fit, Come at me again, I’ll leave you in a split. (Bridge) You callin’ me out, but you don’t know the grind, I’m out here hustlin', you just wastin’ your time. You got no fam, and your word is flawed, Step into my booth, gettin' chopped like a fraud. (Verse 3) Now your crew’s lookin’ shook, they know what’s up, You say you’re spittin’ flames? Man, you can’t even erupt. I’m the thunder in your storm, I’ll rain on your dreams, You a footnote in the game, I’m the one with the schemes. So keep chasin’ clout, but know it’s all in vain, Against these real bars, you can’t keep up the claim. I’ll drop this diss track, let it echo through your veins, You thought you had a shot, but you’re lost in the pains. (Chorus) I’m the king, you a joker, all your verses in the toilet, Talkin’ big game, but you ain’t got the coin to spoil it. You wastin’ all your time with that cheap-ass fit, Come at me again, I’ll leave you in a split. (Outro) So remember my name, when you sittin’ in the back, I’m the real deal, baby, you just an old relic in black. You thought you knew the game? Nah, bitch, you a scratch, I’m the fire in the booth, you just a weak lil’ patch.