Syk Sense - 180Secs (Lil Uzi Vert Diss) lyrics

[Verse 1] All good just a week ago You text my phone talking 'bout we just need us some hope LOL, response is tight, we gon' sh** on these folks Now that was that now let me go change the scenery up See it's been me against the World from the very beginning Y'all try to go reprint my bloggers cause it's made up of winners Yeah y'all suppose to be some men but I see the hills are switching You let Tyree go tune you up now I'm gon' start up your engine Transforming a** n***a, big dogs turn to culture vultures Keep talking 'bout me, it's just free promotion I'm on the wave and I just ride the motions Your gossiping and revolving, though it's been a minute, keep going And I'm just walking right through it like I see, I see, I see Y'all already hate yourself so now it's time to hate on me Can't create themselves so they try to go and re-create me I can give you a persona but for that I charge a fee And you n***as ain't paying homage They FaceTiming just to Dateline it Making up stories like they had they own grapevines For the record just cause that's yo mans that don't make it mine And for the record I've been waiting on this a long time To be honest I really had love for n***as And say your loved ones be the first ones to go and getcha Now hold up wait, here's go part where the plot just go and switches up I'mma show you how to chop a whole friend up [Verse 2] Orange camo cuz' ya boy flamed up She sittin' heavy like brinks truck That's how you feel about the set n***a I'll turn your life into a meme boy I'm going Forbes 30 under 30 Imagine when I even hit thirty Thirty rounds for them dirty n***as This that ''f** ya momma'' have your brother missing Deion Sanders when it's showtime I'm the Kevin Nash to ya Big Show Put you on your f**ing neck n***a Reese Flair with the figure four See ya Im like "where the beef go" yeah Cook you up just like some miso Yeah, your b**h she give me that deepthroat Yeah, I just shoot like a freethrow Yeah, dunk your sh** like Vince Carter Running through the city like a martyr n***as not from really anywhere You was born up on the internet That connect you rap about is WiFi You ain't never even really seen a trap n***as be rapping like they Tony When they really just a little pink pony Might just throw yourself a tip b**h This that ''Reese 'bout to make a mil'' sh** Now Reese gon' make a drill sh** They thought I really couldn't rap sh** Go decode this, up on rapfix Say they run the town but I lap sh** VVS' on my neck You rock that made in the lab sh** [Outro] You took my sh** and you cloned it, yeah I need that back cause I own it, yeah I need another opponent, yeah Watch how I switch up on 'em, yeah You ain't even made a million off your talents How you think you fresh? n***a when your b**h is your stylist, yeah