Back at you lyrics

Hold up brah, that's the last straw



You can suck me later like a white broad



Ain't no Starbucks



Dog



Barking 'round like a broken microphone



This fat boy f*ckin' your mother and your girl at your home



We’re both like a blastoise, so the f*ck you on about?


I drink bleach



But your mother take the white stuff when I c*m in her mouth



Aye, dangerous package



I done been rockin' like a hammock



I come in wit' a jacket



And y'all just might wanna panic


Instead of sucking Petty sagged tits



Aye!



I'm fat and nasty as sh*t



I admit, my di*k is thick, if I add an extra inch



You'd have to spread your ass cheeks for that sh*t to fit



Aye




Your diss track's weak like your name



Think this cat's seems to be fake



Like a small, balled, pus*y



That got circ*mcise, he would be



Fingering himself to Dillo



He gay as f*ck, (laughter)



Ouu

Boy, you 'boutta witness your murder planned in a verse



Grim reaper hands in the curse



Finger-f*cked your clit, with both hands in the dirt



You're like a hoe, you either suck ass or you choke on di*k



Fist-f*ck your ass, like the wristbands in Assassin's Creed



Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee



Get knocked the f*ck out brah, get hit with a bean (like literally)









Bloody downed shirt boy, just go and take a knee



I'm thinking like a zombie, boy you gon' wait and see



How I get head boy, smashed into the tree



The show stopper broke a leg and popped your major artery







Get bloodied down to the dirt brah, drown you down the sink



How do you wanna get hurt huh? In town or here on the street







You finna get a broken jaw and a couple missing teeth



Gnaw your whole arm off, now you can't be free



Tie you to the wall c*nt, you gon' get the double D