TIPSY (WEALTHMASTA RESPONSE)

 

You're words to me go in one end then out the other quickly

If this what you call a bar song, then everyone gettin' tipsy

Your dissin' is for a losin' cause, no one on your side now

Your best friend was a mole, called me a time traveler, that's sad now

We time travellin' back to the time you were actually taken serious

RapBoat be glazin', you walkin' on thin ice delirious

See, all you do is diss, but I got better things I could be doin'

Shift the blame all you want, dissin' the only language you be fluent

And fluent be a loose term, you ain't even got a recorded single

Yet still call yourself the best, this get old, we cuttin' the shingles

How yo freaky raps still doin' numbers, the world's unanswered questions

We must be movin' up now or you another body in the collection

 

 

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee

 

You spit flames when you get mad, you must be relaxed, 'cause I ain't feel nothin'

Your corny body get washed soon as you mention my name, you done reeled somethin'

I put a body in the bag soon as you yappin' sayin' you're real or somethin'

You talkin' like you 'bout to get some skeletons out your closet

Then drop the middest diss we ever heard, I think Wealth lost it

I'm addin' more mags to the chamber soon as you get up and vomit

8 months ago you called me a time traveler, how's that for a KO?

Then put all my songs on Genius, thank you! How's that for "stay low"?

I took down my song 'cause this way too petty for my pleasin'

But I heard your heavy feelings, what Wealth? You scared of beatings?

Why you makin' all these child wordplay references, if you was a father I'd call CPS

I ain't never defend Justice, I just told y'all to stop being pests

Sayin' I disrespect slaves? What is this filler you put on my name?

You sayin' you out here killin'? That's funny

You with a gun is like Tabitha with a dead bunny

Why is it you act tough? You hidin' up some family problems?

Sayin' I frame evidence when Gen's the one who layed the commas?

Who you defendin', the evidence is out there

You ain't got your weapon aimed, you trapped inside a mouse-chair

Callin' us peasants? Wealth, please don't make me laugh

You with a cigarette is like will.i.am with a dead calf

You talkin' 'bout followin' orders- I don't gotta explain why that's wack

You was back in the X Factor bowin' down to Gen like "you know where I'm at"

"Smokin' pole the only packs you be gettin", the packs you be gettin' is me packin' in your abdomen

You gotta pack some leggings if you wanna go to the rap battle, you're sweating

We not teachin' X Factor a lesson, we teachin' them the Art of War

You always barkin' on your knees for Jeezy, so what you barkin' for?

Seemed to love when I dissed on your enemies, so why you talkin' for?

Notice how the only ones that prop your songs is the ones that won't talk anymore

 

 

Remember? Ayy, Wealth, you call Greg a pedo, but get mad when he calls Gen one?

You the only one next to T.S.O.L. that when you with Gen, you could make the bed jump

We dancin' on your grave like it's a nightclub in a cemetery

Hold on, all these lies are starting to be gettin' weary

I got too many bullets to spare, how much stock you have in stock?

I got locks to rock these shopps, we ain't call 'em opps, we call 'em Docs

'Cause we teach 'em a lesson and give 'em a Doctorate

Pat on the back as soon as you toxic

Pull out a mag and then we go pop it

I got a skeleton out in my closet

Wealth, you be lyin' then tell us to stop it

You don't need to cry, you screamin' like Onyx

Take the mask off, and then you can rob it

How do we act like you didn't start it?

This beef been goin' on as soon as you sparked it

Wealth, you be gone so go 'head and cop it

 

 

Yeah, yeah

Okay, double down

Don't cower out

Just 'cause we killed you