diss1
• Written by Lil_Hair
was gonna slime you out but apparently its sexual (you trippin)
being named after a soup company isnt very conventional (campbell)
i need to sit down at work so i bought a sectional (comfortable)
i called your girl till three a m but its not sexual (she kinda bad)
you live in the suburbs stop saying that you got a heata (vvs jacket)
you like to lie about your wardrobe but youre addicted to velveeta
(cheese boy)
i write poems and have a unibrow you can call me frida (woooo)
got a new sugar mommy and her name is markita (rich off ebt)
i drive a kia, you can steal it if you wanna
im too real so im involved in the drama
4kt smokes so much marijuana
how you know about that, its cause i talked to your mama
i go up the stairs
and they say theres lil hair
you take your songs too seriously
and i say i dont care
i tell them just relax
and they say i hate you
i say calm down baby
i dont wanna date you
little boy crashed his bike now hes 5 k in debt (craka)
i can get like 30 streams without breaking a sweat (thats real)
i got beef with half the planet and we aint even met (why man)
rest in peace baltimore bridge; never forget (on god)
your just mad cause i have money (ebt and minimum wage)
and your girl dripping green honey (she nasty)
if i buy you a labubu will you get down on one knee (id say yes)
im not joking i dont know why you think its funny - chatgpt take it away
I don’t chase smoke, I breathe it—every bar is ventilation,
Got ‘em shaking when I’m raising up the cadence like inflation.
Clock is ticking, but my grind don’t ever take a day shift,
Every line a body bag, I’m writing like a makeshift.
Heart colder than the steel that built the city intersections,
I don’t fold—my spine forged from every single rejection.
Talk tough, but you vanish when it’s time for real inspection,
I’m the storm you can’t predict, the fearless force you won’t be testing.