Response Diss

Latto let her know Stupid How these folks talking 'bout they Talking about they getting money But ain't getting money? (Dummy) Talking 'bout they booking shows But ain't booking shows (dummy) You wasn't talking about nothing When I touched down in Houston 'Cause you know better huh (stupid) First thing first When you grew some balls? Stop playing, you couldn't even pick up the phone When I called What I did in Houston I dare you to pull that in the south 15 with 15 bodies My flow nasty like her draws Lil' thot bye How both of yo' parents in the crack pot? Pipe down 'Cause we both know yee ain't what you rap about You a joke Tell yo' mama come work at my store Shoulda never quit her job Just to bring a L home I'm too old Well, my lil' sister 14 and she on go I swear to God when we see you Either one of us gon' wipe yo' nose I did a show in yo' city and I left untouched I'm the princess in the A and the H Now what's up? You ain't gon' buck huh? And let's not get on yo' daddy That man really gay (why?) 'Cause yo' mama a tranny I already peeped, huh Why her voice so deep? I'ma beat this girl to sleep Have her counting white sheep Ooh, she talkin' hard That lisp got her trippin' huh I'ma put some money on her head like she strippin' I know yo' daddy a roadie Just tell me what he sniffin' (crackhead) I'ma put a dent in her chin Like she Peter Griffin Yeah, she got me bent Talkin' 'bout that she rich (girl, you's a liar) Girl, they use yo' rap game check To pay the rent Don't flex You text my phone Talkin' 'bout "Girl, let's just be friends" Really feel bad for the H This who ya'll let represent By the way you really soft You cried in the rap game house like everyday (lil' cry baby) And no, I didn't sign I keep everything I make Tell the truth Let's just be honest They shoulda let you win that chain 'Cause I know you tired of asking Johnny Dang to borrow bling This is big ole facts I'm finna call D facts I would beat you up But yo' mama already does that She want beef, it's a plate Call me ugly? Issa hate And my heart might pump Kool-Aid 'Cause sweet girls like you get ate You only get booked When promoters can't afford me Ran this girl up out her city Like I did extortion Stomp her out and put her on a shoe like she Jordan I just killed this baby Like she did her abortion Ooh, no, you didn't Yeah, y'all know who I be Folks get hard on Twitter But can't pick up the phone Really run my city for real The real princess that way (Ahh) You really look up to me though Tell the truth, yeah I could be yo' mama lil' girl Stop playing with me I ain't even finna call my daddy on yo' daddy And I run the A All the way to the H (And yo' mama can get it too) And I run the A All the way to the H (ya lil' sister, ya lil' brother) Goofy Put a cape on it I bet they be Supa mad