cray Dunkin “Dis Track” by ST

Yeah… Cray thought he was built for this — nah. It’s open season on twigs. [Verse 1] Ayo, Cray lookin’ brittle, boy snap like a pencil, Talk loud online but his presence ain’t essential. Claimin’ he’s hard but his frame lookin’ dental, All gums, no bite — artificial, not mental. You a lightweight, feather talkin’ heavy — stop it, Step in my lane, you get dropped like a bad deposit. Tryna flex with no muscle, boy, you just gossip, My bars hit harder than your whole fiber optic. [Hook] Cray can’t hang, he a twig in a storm, Talks real tough but he’s never in form. Skinny frame shakin’ when the pressure gets warm, Tryna play big dog — nah, stay on the porch. [Verse 2] You bark online, real life you whisper, I pull up, you vanish quicker than a missed dinner. Your style weak — boy, I’m the real spinner, You just dust on my boots, I’m the born winner. Call yourself Cray? More like Craze of pretend, You bend when it’s real, I don’t break, I ascend. I don’t beef with twigs, I light ‘em at the end, Turn Cray to smoke, watch the wind take a friend. [Bridge] No backbone, no soul, just echo and sound, You talk big dreams but stay underground. I’m heavyweight words with a knockout sound, You still tryna find weight just to hold your ground. [Outro] Cray, stay in your lane, before you get spun, You a stick figure boy, I’m the loaded gun. This ain’t for clout — this is just fun, But next time you step — better weigh a ton.