[Verse 1: New Lil Yachty ] Lil Boat I hop up, I walk up, I pop up These bitches, they hating, they not gonna stop us I got the [?] let it sing like some opera I'm ill, need a doctor I'm hot like some lava This bitch wanted Prada, I'm giving her nada She know that I'm gone like shout out Ariana You haters no problem, I came from the bottom You falling off like you the leaves when it's Autumn
[Verse 2: Smokepurpp] Six grams, I got the shooters and I got the robbers I'ma pull up, I ain't got no accomplice I got the bands and I get them regardless I got 10 grand in my wallet I might go make a deposit Drawing the line but you cross it Push you around like a mosh pit
[Verse 3: Cardi B] I got Million Dollar checks All you hoes, I'm not impressed I just went and fucked your man, he like "Cardi is up next" All my clothes are fashionable All you hoes are on the sofa Got the iced out Motorola from Japan to Barcelona I put the pussy on top of his head...
[Verse 4: Kyle] Haha, yeah, haha I'm too lit like a damn candle You were wearing socks with your damn sandals Yeah, I'm moving on the money that you can't handle But I'm still eating soup out the canned Campbell's I'm too goofy, yeah Taking all my shots like a movie, yeah Call me but I'm on duty Now, they act like they all knew me, truly Running in the stars like it's Mario Kart I'm in love with the music, so we hardly apart Sure, it's only the beginning, guess I'm starting to start I'm passionate about it, put my heart in my art, yeah
[Verse 5: Mac Miller (v.1)] Yeah, roll a spliff, take a open hit at the promenade Mixing all the ice with my cream and calling it Häagen-Dazs Often called a phenomenon All my songs going on and on They marvel at me like I'm Spiderman at the Comic-Con I told god that I got some other commitments now They saying "Damn, he's gotten a little different, now" I'm the boy they wanna be around But, the neighbors still be telling me to keep it down, yeah
[Verse 6: Mac Miller (v.2)] Getting visions of the old me Sitting in the park with some bitches and all my homies That's before I was so lonely Back before they could know me, I felt like the one and only Next up and I'm blessed up So sick, need a check-up Eating good so I'm fed up We smoking trees and got red cups Guess what? I really thought that I had made it Smoking and getting faded while I go and watch the matrix
[Verse 7: Mac Miller (v.3)] Feel like we been so apart Yeah, you left me with a broken heart Yeah, shit feels like a movie, I just really hope you know your part I thought that I was over that bitch But, she looking in my eyes like she know what it is, yeah She be blowing a kiss I'm like, I don't really know where you're going with this, yeah
[Verse 8: $uicideBoy$] They don't know where I'm gonna go when I'm in the zone Cut throat when I cut the rope Running down your nose, I know Taking the shot on my own and I hope that the devil don't follow me home I got the horns on my forehead Hit em in the lip talk shit, leaving more dead Pulling up to hell in a bright red corvette Bullet go straight through the brain so you forget
[Verse 9: Tyga] Gang got that fire In the club throwing 1s Had to stack it up cause you know we getting funds Whole city going dumb Throw that ass back, make it clap like a drum Make it clap real quick I been making all this cash, watch it stack real quick Now they see me in the back, let me smash real quick Watch she walk up from the back with that ass real thicc
[Verse 10: Mike Sherm (New Bay Area)] How you gonna hate wearing Levi's? Fucking on that bitch, I go forward then I rewind You swipe your card, it's like "declined" Too many numbers in my bank, it's hard to remind Bad lil bitch on my dick tho If that ain't yo bitch, then, where the fuck yo bitch go? I come stomping in your hood, you better tip toe When the bro's link, it's a click and you get Rick-rolled Stay away from the L's, we ain't getting those If you mad, that's too bad, you ain't getting hoes We come shooting in your spot, this a episode We gon' see you from a distance, no telescope
[Verse 11: Old Lil Yachty]
[Verse 12: Lil Peep]
[Verse 13: J Cole]
[Verse 14: Blocboy JB]
[Verse 15: Diss Track Eminem]
[Verse 16: Quadeca] Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, I put that on whoever doubt me I'm going manic, she calling me Fousey But nothing delusional 'bout me (facts) Sometimes I talk 'bout my music They tell me that I need to cool it around me But look at my numbers, then look at your numbers Like, why you refusin' to count me? I'm like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, she never wanted to pick up on my line I was too awkward, I acted like Einstein Try-Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
