yap attack

niggas yapping like a chihuahua on crack

mouth moving but the shit just sound like static

bitch made flows got em sounding dramatic

catch a hollow tip now his brain pan splattered plastic

fuck a diss track this that napalm spit

melt skin off the face leave the bone charred crisp

talk slick get the jawbone split

dummy tried to run now his legs in bits

yall niggas softer than a babys shit

lyrics weak as fuck like a methhead sick

claiming streets but you never been past the fence

studio gangster with a prop glock print

this that gutter talk no remorse in it

leave a corpse stinking fuck a coffin fit

niggas praying to god when the bullets hit

shoulda prayed harder bitch now your soul in bits

yap yap yap niggas love to talk

till the metal bark then its silence walk

body on the curb with the face gone

who the fuck was yapping now the whole song wrong

no kings here just rats in a maze

die over colors but the grave dont paint

dumbass niggas with a ego weight

catch a .45 now his brain rearrange

fuck a legacy you a stain on the game

lyrics weak as piss no flame in the name

shoulda stayed a fan now your moms in pain

open casket viewing face full of maggots

no hooks no chorus just murderous verse

niggas get hit and the whole world hurt

yapping ass bitch now you food for the worms

rest in piss fuck nigga the end

fuck a diss track this a death threat wrapped in barbwire

step inside the ring get your jaw wired shut like a crackhouse door

talk slick get your spine ripped through the back of your whack ass tour bus

yall niggas softer than baby shit left in a diaper

claiming crowns but the only throne you own is a toilet

bitch made moves now the whole crew getting flushed

you a footnote in rap tucked under the rug where the dust settle

i turn your legacy to a blood puddle

slugs hug you like a lover then your guts bubble

you was never shit just a placeholder a stain on the game

now the blade on your name carve the truth in your forehead

fake prophets get their tongues ripped out and force-fed

you a meme a joke a punchline waiting to get stretched

your whole life a lie the truth hit like a tech check

no pulse just a corpse with a chain and a checked past

i bring the pain like a migraine with a bat wrapped in grip tape

your bitch scream my name when the bed break

your mans whisper my lyrics when the fed take

you a dead weight a fuck up a misstep in some jays

i walk over your grave just to scuff off the dirt on my kicks

you wanted war now your moms picking glass out her wig

the end came quick like a flick of the wrist

now your whole team missing like a list of snitch names

i leave your brain scattered like dice in a crip game

you was never built for this shit stay in your lane

or get erased like a mistake on a wet nap

the last thing you hear is the hammer click back