six pack drunkie (yellowtape dis...
• Written by wasp • Featuring lilbludd42 and YellowTape
/// wasp \\\
yellowtape weak as fuck that shit aint even sticky
bitch made raps sound like a nursery ditty
talkin loud but the stats lookin shitty
whole career built off a gimmick thats pity
fuck a diss track this a public service announcement
your whole squad softer than a mcdonalds sausage
claim the streets but you post up in a office
lyrics plastic like a walmart shopping cart kid
you aint built for this shit quit tryna force it
every bar weak like a broke nigga mortgage
talk that gun talk but you never been torched yet
studio gangsta with a punchline that borin
yellowtape more like piss stains on a mattress
whole team trash like a dumpster behind applebees
claim you real but the lies got you trapped bitch
fuck a rap career you need a job application
you aint got the heart you aint got the grit
talk that tough shit but you fold like a fitted
whole sound dated like a vhs tape
nobody playin that shit not even your neighbors
fake ass thug with a fake ass chain
reality check you just food for the game
talk that street shit but you move like a lame
whole career just a fuckin shame
yellowtape more like yellow weak
whole squad softer than a baby cheek
talk that money but the pockets lean
lyrics trash like a spoiled cuisine
you aint shit but a fuckin joke
whole existence just a fuckin ghost
nobody fear you nobody quote
just a stain on the culture bitch now get the fuck off my notes
AY BRO C'MERE HOP ON THE TRACK
LETS SMOKE THIS SHIT, BACK TO BACK
/// lilbludd42 \\\
Ok smo-smo-smo smokin till I’m choking you boasting emotions I’m roasting
and winning a Litte sinning the world gets colder the world became a piece
of shit dried out wild fires burn down weed plants now what’s next fentyal in
your weed only plant seeds fuck a dealers I plant my own trees fuck you
nigga fuck you jigga white nigga couldn’t Afrod my dope I cope the
popes gonna choke from weed smoke so harsh and barsh make
you throw up in da car so high I can’t get out of mars battlen with the stars
and my OPP your gonna geting fucking POPPED
/// wasp \\\
step to this get turned to a stain on some jordan 1s
talk tough til the glock bark leave ya organs done
yellowtape fucking oliver twist begging for scraps
mayo yellowtape fucking crash dummy with a chain that say "snap back"
banks a atm with no money just receipts
pure acid, that rap is a has-been with more cops than beats
remember when ya mans got robbed for that wack ass chain
shoulda kept it in the vault now ya whole team lame
philly cheesesteak, like philly weak links
you a missing person report wrapped in buttbuddy pinks
buck talk cash but his pockets on e
tryna beef with me? homie you dumber than bleach
i pop a seal like a coroner at a crime scene
leave ya whole clique spread out like a bad rhyme scheme
you a puppet with the strings cut flopping on stage
im the razor in the apple juice turning the page
yellowtape more like yellow piss stains on ya sheets
you a footnote in a diss track buried in the streets
the cops ya only fans cheering when you drop
im the ghost in the booth haunting every flop
