Kya Diss

goin’,” Came at me wild, energy overflowin’. Actin’ like a villain in a dollar-store movie, Swear she think she dangerous — but girl, you goofy. (Pre-Hook) Hands flyin’ like she tryna start a breeze, Meanwhile I’m calm, like “Ma’am… please.” Honestly, it’s funny how she claim she tough, But one little tap and she say it’s “too much.” (Hook) Kya swingin’ like she tryna be the boss, Told her “chill out”, but she still tryna toss. I’m just sittin’ here like, “Girl, what’s the plot?” If stubborn was a sport, yeah, Kya on top. (Verse 2) Look, I ain’t even mad, it’s just confusing, Why she pick a fight she know she losing? Every time I speak, she hit replay, I say “stop,” she hears “run it back the same way.” She fightin’ for free — not a paycheck in sight, She tryna be wrong and strong in the same night. Got heart, I’ll admit, yeah she brave with it, But still… she ain’t listen to a single thing I said with it. (Outro) Next time I say “stop,” maybe pause for real, Think before you swing — girl, let’s chill. But if you fight again? I’ll just drop another track, ’Cause you throw hands… and I throw bars right back. ⸻ Want it more savage, more comedic, cleaner, explicit, or in a different style (drill, trap, old-school, etc.)?