[Verse: G-TEE]
You rhyme pathetic B, your rap is bogus
Dissin' me is worse than havin' Diabetic Ketoacidosis
It's fact I burn the pot, stacks, I earn a lot
When it comes to rap you'll never see me sell out and turnin' pop
I keep the dank weed in gla** jars
I leave fools with fat scars, I flow fast on tracks like Nascars
I hustle and stack money, I'm dope at rap sonny
Think you better than G-TEE? You mad funny
Won't stop flowin' til the mic breaks
My hearts cold like ice lakes and your flow is sh** like rice cakes
Mainstream is the queerest kids, I'm a real lyricist
Shut that Nicki and Iggy sh** off you should be hearin' this
My rhymes are one of a kind, a custom design
So with that fake sh** you spit, you ain't f**in' wit mine
Clown b**h just shut your trap, 'cuz you're f**in' wack
Battle me? What's up with that?
Fool, you wouldn't last 5 seconds, straight up
My rhyme threatens fake f**s who claim tough and try steppin'
Raps my habitat, yo that's a fact
I got mad sk**, and there ain't a f**in' app for that
I chill out takin' spliff hits, a slick kid who spits sick
Yo I should be paid for this sh**
The man you're facin' is real, no animation
My flow is sick, yeah, sicker than cancer patients
In rap you're just a big waste
I saw you makin' out wit your b**h, so how my f**in' dick taste?
To be with G you ain't gotta have big tits
But you can get out my face if you're some 90 pound twig b**h
Women like me more
So don't get mad if I'm the reason your girl might be sore
Ayyo I f**ed you one time I ain't buyin' you no necklace hoe
I won't even chill wit you and watch a f**in' Netflix show