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cashout mike - internet goofy (lil seeto disstrack) lyrics

[intro]
hi seeto
i know you listenin’ to this
unblock me on instagram, i got some free headphones for you
i know you got robbed at school
but listen

[verse]
you just be typin’ h+lla gangsta, you an internet shooter
shut the f+ck up, you look goofy why you built like a tutor?
we be sayin’ rap cap, ’cause you built like a stewart
and how you let ’em take your headphones, you get slimy maneuvered
i don’t understand, all this cappin’ you doin’
if i wanna blow you down then come up on you and do it
say no more, i’m comin’ over better knockin’ pursuing
if i blow you off the map, i guarantee you won’t be shootin’
man, someone get this f+ckin’ nerd off for the cypher
you not built for none of this, go play fort with ninja sniper
you the type of dude to text you, boy that sh+t for lifers
i’m the type of dude to slap your glasses off your eyes first
if you ain’t got money why you flexin’? get some ice first
imma have the whole crowd laughin’ at this next verse
if you’re gonna buy ice, you better buy some grillz
need some diamonds on them f+ckin’ t++th, i’m being so for real
you ain’t sn+tchin’ no one’s b+tch, you ain’t pullin’ any hoes
you ain’t doin’ sh+t for real, you need to find some better clothes
if i ever catch you up beside the cornerstore, i’m smackin’ you
i got all my t++th h+lla straight, so imma laugh at you
poppin’ wacky bottle, caps, bro you sip on apple juice
stop all this f+ckin’ actin’ bro, this is not you
you live in washington with the president, you’re not gang
keep on talkin’ crazy, i’ll have biden and sn+tch your fake chain
blow you down on white tees, family cryin’, mama sane
finger on the trigger, one cl!ck and you won’t feel a thing
i’m just kiddin’ bro, chill, it is cap rap
you know all about that, it’s a fact fact
i joined your live to rap and then you kicked me
couple hours later, now i’m sitting here and dissing
asked you for a feature, ’cause i thought we could do big things
but i guess you way too cool for me, i was trippin’
when i’m on the mic, i swear to god you better listening
reelin’ in the money, now i’m feelin’ like a fisherman
i don’t give a f+ck if you want beef or not, i’m dissing him
and if you’re talkin’ hot up on the net, you bet i’m drillin’ him
diamonds on my body and you know them b+tches glistenin’
stars upon the roof and now you know them since it’s twinkling
i don’t give a f+ck about that boy, finna look again and i can guarantee he won’t be talkin’ about that sh+t again
[outro]
why’d you kicked me out the live lil seeto?
you didn’t like my freestyle?
hopefully you like this one better
goofy

- cashout mike lyrics

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