Ayy, bitch, ayy, you know it's Braysko That choppa make the face go, bitch I'll hit you with that Draco Bitch, and when I hit you with that Draco, then

you know the fuckin' case closed You know that MM locked in li cleno give your ass a face hole Ayy, bitch, yeah, you a rat, bitch, we ran

Off with your sack,Li ****, come get your shit back

And, bitch, don't talk about my exes, cause you Know that pussy wack

You know Lil' Braysko wanted to trax , you seen the vid, I beat ha back, bitch

Ayy, tho , y'all started rumors Man, y'all **** be lame , man yall some

Internet consumers Bitch, I really hope you die, I hope your

momma catch a tumor Bitch, you sit inside the house and play the

game, you fuckin' lose it Ayy, you broke back, bitch, why you talkin

all that shit

Like, bro, I thought that we was cool, but now, lil' bitch, you is a lick

Don't let me see you out in public, I'ma punch you in your shit

And why the hell you mad at me, cause D1 Monty fuck your bitch

Like, bro, go get a fuckin' job, you a lazy fuckin' slob

And, bitch, you think you hard at football, nah, bitch, you ain't hard at all

And, bitch, don't get me started on that, boy, you know that he a ho

Like, bitch, you know that you is lame, McKinley tell you where to go

Like, bitch, you seven fuckin' ten, and you still don't got no green

You know your bitch, she is a thot, she wanna go and fuck the team

And then you cut off all your bros, lil' bro, you know you fuckin' green

And, bitch, we tellin' you the truth, I'll thank you with your ding-a-ling

Don't let me get started on nissa , I swear to God, you shouldn't kiss ha

And, bitch, you really lame as fuck, how the fuck you backstab your sister

And, bro, you really lame as fuck, catch you in traffic, better duck

And, bitch, my sister, want your head, swear to God, it's the best of luck

That's why your daddy dead as hell, and your momma ain't doin' well

And, bitch, don't let me catch your grandma, I'ma kick her down the stairs

And, bitch, you should've killed yourself, swear to God, no one would've told

Like, bitch, how your pussy hot as fuck, and you 15 years old

Like, bitch, you really stealin' cars, pussy, you is really fraud

Don't let me catch you on no wave bitch, I'ma hit you with this rod

Don't let me get started on Madi , bitch, you flatter than a paddy

Like, bitch, you really stealin' phones and text your damn sugar daddy

Don't let me get started on Kason , catch him in traffic, I'ma face him

Like, bro, you ugly as the fuck, how the fuck you look damn Haitian

Like, bro, you really gay as hell, talkin' bout you, love me, oh, well

And, bitch, I'll leave you leaking in the street like a damn snail trail

And, bitch, you know I'm With Li Mari , so let's get this party started

Like, how the fuck you mad at me? Cause I'ma fuck your whole regardless

And, bitch, you know I get into it, hundreds and fifties, that's congruent

And, bitch, the bass up on this car, you know this motherfucker boomin

But, nah, let me get back on track, bitch, how the fuck you tell on Zach

And, what the fuck a T.E.N.? Y'all **** know that y'all's wack like bitch them fake-ass chains in that fake-ass gang

Bitch, if I hop up out the cut , you know lil' Braysko leave a stain

And, bitch, you know I'm goin' hard, T-E-N they be some frauds

And, bitch, that fake-ass Y.O.T., man, y'all **** is not that hard

Don't let me get on lil' hud , step on that boy just like a bug

And, tell lil' Mari , step on yo' ass like a motherfuckin' rug, bitch

I get to steppin' like I'm vick , on the field

Play with him and you gon' meet this fucking tech

And, yo, ho, she still talkin', better get yo' bitch in check

Catch him in that Honda, know he finna aim it at his neck

Boy, you better come correct

You see him while at school, we gon' make his bitch ah wreck

Thinking with your dick, I'll get you slappin', and I ain't gon' lie

Send him to the sky

****, you a bitch, don't got no fye, you don't got a lie

McKinley, why the fuck yo' **** pie

Ain't no sendin yo' **** hit me, cause that pussy bitch gon' die

And you know that Mari petty I'll make yo' lil' bitch cry

Real steady with the fye , I'ma let them bitches fly

He gon' let that lil' bitch fly, I pop that **** in his eye

These L.A. **** be so pussy, man, these **** be so pie

And, bitch, don't post my fuckin' song, bitch, you know you fuckin' wrong

And while that lil' **** laughin', I diss his ass up in the song

Like, bitch, don't post my music for a pussy **** gettin' to it

You know that Braysko do it, he gon' duke it out, fight or shoot it

Like, bitch, I'm really serious, we hop out the cut, leave you delirious

Put that shit on period, you weird and I know you tired of hearin' it

Bro, don't piss me off, if I slide out the cut, I'll knock y'all off

Post my song, me lil' pussy ****, I'll get you chalked

Like, bitch, I'll knock ya off, I'll catch you out, lil' bitch, it ain't no talkin

Boy, you won't be walkin', leave you in the chair like Stephen Hawking

Like, bitch, get off my dick, before I really punch you in your shit

You know that Braysko Lit, the flyest **** out the 256

And, yes, this is a diss, y'all **** keep on talkin' all that shit

Bro, you is a bitch, like, Kason I'll punch you in your shit

And they like, Braysko chill, when the hell you goin' on that drill

Pop him like a pill, you know that I step on shit for real

Like, bro, we got to switches man y'all **** really be some bitches

Y'all don't stand on business, like 6ix9ine, y'all really be some snitches

Bro, I'll never tell, if I get locked up, bitch, I ain't gettin' bail

Like, bitch, I'll go to hell before a **** ever go to jail

And I don't give a fuck, you wanna fight, lil' bitch, you know what's up

I keep my pistol talk, that Glockie and my britches, it's gon' bust

Man, I'm done with this shit, bruh

All these **** wanna talk about this, that, and the third

Talkin' about Braysko and how he wanna do this, that, and the third

Man, fuck all that shit, bruh, I'm gone, y'all **** ain't on shit