Young Walt - Back to Back (Cole Diss) lyrics

Oh man, Oh man not again, not again Yeah Back to back incase you didn't get the message Back to back so you wish you never sent it I tucked this b**h into his pyjamas but odds are he was already wearing flannel Cole getting bodied back to back like a rerun I need to change the channel You launching a grenade , I'm dropping bombs and I ain't even bringing up Randall I'm spitting flames your weak sh** can't even light a candle You Micky Mouse, boy I'm Mickey Mantle Were just playing so it's only right that I settle the score, this feeling got me looking for more, boy what you settling for You Vanessa Hudgens, you ain't as hot as you used to be You sitting in silence when you should have been signing a truce with me High school musical where the butler didn't do sh** I'm Bruce Wayne in the flesh guess that makes you my b**h I think you lost in the rhymes, can't find the boy anywhere that we looked Man of the music, not even on the same level as Nathaniel Tooke You dropped 12 bars, I'm f**ing writing a book I'm Odell Beckham in the open field, put this boy in the corner, I got him shook Dropping a banger without dropping a hook Your childhood is the tragic prequel, your Daniel Cook This sh** going back to back like I'm Steph Curry we trading places My range is impeccable I'm up 2-0 you still tying your laces Didn't keep you breathing because I was feeling gracious Stepping at me like I ain't been a step ahead since I stole your bitstrips pa**word, I think you got this backwards I think Mason did this schtick first, you two need to rehearse You trying to make some noise, I'm trying to put you in a hearse You better off not responding you'll only make it worse, yeah I hope Greg's Acura still smells like vomit Nose looking like God ran out of clay, shoutout Wallace and Gromit Mi casa su-casa but I ain't been invited in 4 years, I'm still waiting, and I'm still praying that life gives you a second chance Body ain't even cold, kept it in the fridge like I'm Bob Vance I'm praying you find a normal coloured pair of pants I left examples in my notes I warned you well in advance You wanna talk about balling like you ain't a poor-man's Larry Nance Looks like the Bahs dipped his toe in but wasn't prepared to make a splash Stay catching bodies but I ain't finished, I'm Ash Im metaphorically swimming in Cash, you just had to ask You stay out my messages like nothing happened, life easier when you face it Boy probably still in the basement Atleast he knows where his place is In love with Michelle, I just call it antics Loved Taylor Campbell enough to cum on her status update, it's just not that romantic First one sent him to the booth this one got em frantic I'm a God in my own circle I think the seed is planted Claiming he still got bars, kicking pa**ed his prime he's Tomas Vanek Sarah Behring stay appearing in my boys wet dreams I think Sarah Behring had my boy spitting like jet streams I think you boys learned what happened when you test me Waiting for the hype to settle you haven't even seen the best me I got layers call me Eric Wilceski You wanna knock on my record but I'm batting a thousand I'm content with this story but you had to keep browsin' First kiss with Aurora sent her straight to Rodrique Dick rounding over that sh** starting to reek You know I made it when my sh** starting to leak My latests sh** on my greatest hits, got you feeling like Meek Lil b**h....