officiallilm - on god (prince ali diss) lyrics
(prod. lil chopstick)
[intro: lil m, lil boss & lil chopstick]
it’s over
bands trash, ali trash, love trash
yuh, lets get it
f-ck foe
liam on the beat hoe
[verse 1: lil m]
lil m ya i’m not one to diss (b-tch!)
but i hear ya sh-t and it got me p-ssed
swear to god you gon catch these fists (ay)
i can already tell you addicted to nic
tall and lanky, built like a b-tch
indian -ss boy you look like a snitch (curry!)
broke -ss boy look at ya fit
“bro please lemme get some rips” (thirsty!)
turn your mic up i can’t even hear
wack -ss squad, ain’t nothing to fear (foe)
goofy lil gupta you look like a queer
take ya mom and i hit it from the rear
wack -ss song, wack -ss crew
the way you rap, you a d-mn fool
h-lla trash songs, which one to choose
tell isis got 10 times your views
you’re a grade above but levels below me (yuh)
say you got ice then please f-cking show me (okay)
i know you ain’t ever drink codeine
ya nose cracked like an iphone screen
f-o-e y’all is not up next
please please please stop tryna flex
get ya grades up they not the best
tome for your career to take a rest
work at the circus you d-mn clown (goofy)
quiet as h-ll, turn up your sound
k!lling your career put it in the ground
only direction you headed is down
ight big boy go and eat ya curry (alright)
i’m sorry i ended your career in a hurry (okay)
you can’t see the top it’s too blurry (yuh!)
thanksgiving i’m eating yo mom as my turkey (what?!)
[hook: lil m]
on me ya song h-lla bad
on mama you f-cking trash
on baby you ain’t got no cash
and on god ali ain’t really that
on me ya song h-lla bad
on mama you f-cking trash
on baby you ain’t got no cash
and on god ali is f-cking -ss
[verse 2: lil boss]
you say “on me” well this diss is on god
i finna snipe you, i ain’t playing cod (bop!)
your song was so bad, are you a r-t-rd? (dummy!)
we scoring so much, like cutsquad (buckets!)
d-mn, your production team wack
i got liam and lil shadow in the back
you ain’t never drank lean, never done crack (fake!)
you a indian boy stop thinking you black
taking out trash, taking out foe
career ain’t there, call you a ghost
looking like you ain’t got nowhere to go (nowhere)
we’ll always be on top, you’ll always be below
why the h-ll you supporting fousey?
sauce on em, call me bob cousy (sauce!)
might take your b-tch in my jacuzzi
on you bet i pull out that uzi (bop!)
flow was so bad, ali so trash
i just realized all of foe -ss
y’all neva gonna get any cash (money!)
on ya hoe imma smash
listen to your song, couldn’t even hear you
pull up on us, we don’t even fear you
song make you sick, you got the flu
career stick to the bottom, imma call you glue (yuhhh!)
[hook: lil m]
on me ya song h-lla bad
on mama you f-cking trash
on baby you ain’t got no cash
and on god ali ain’t really that
on me ya song h-lla bad
on mama you f-cking trash
on baby you ain’t got no cash
and on god ali is f-cking -ss
[outro: lil m, lil boss, lil chopstick]
buns!
ali, this is to you, but f-ck all of foe too
ya f-ck foe, life as pi -ss boy
response gon be trash
ya don’t even try, b-tch
–
bro f-ck harnoor
got kicked out of elementary school
head-ss boy
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