thot$ensei – dirty who? (feat. enzo, camilo & lil drool) lyrics
[verse 1: enzo]
you been rapping for 4 f-ckin years (aye)
and you still sh-t
your city hates you, that’s ville sh-t
lu runs from fights on that b-tch sh-t
can’t get girls got a roach d-ck
you dumb as f-ck, need a helmet
made 3 tapes, never sold sh-t
ain’t bout sh-t, don’t trust him
you can’t top my first song
your song shots but never shot one
might blast this b-tch with a shotgun
we’ll see how many bars you pop off
if i catch you flexing on twitter? don’t act tough
and he got kicked out of college? you dumb bruh
got caught with a vape in his bag and he cried to the cops that’s sad bruh
stupid lil b-tch better pay for his beats
he a p-ssy -ss kid with an ego from the streets
and he act real tough like he always packing heat
but he ain’t bout sh-t you can ask his whole team
because everybody already know
dirty lu’s whole life is a joke
suck on drake’s d-ck i’m like woah
got no f-ckin’ money like yo (ok)
some artists let fans down
but lu ain’t got fans so he let his parents down
solve the problem underwater while i watch him drown
then get dapped up cause i saved the whole d-mn town
stop rapping like honestly
you’re a waste of sp-ce to society
when i say this sh-ts it’s from everybody
you should go back to rappin on musical.ly’s
[verse 2: camilo]
dawg, you a b-tch
you be hating on my mans and sh-t
your whole team is trash, y’all never lit
dripped in gold, you wear fakes of sh-t
you d-ck rider, taking drake’s d-ck
your whole team’s style screams basic
screaming daddy when drizzy says taste it
please don’t cry, got enough sh-t on my mind
why the f-ck would you hate my guys? stop with them bullsh-t lies
pay my mans or pay with hands
how you be dripping in gold
but you ain’t got no bands?
how you the king of the ville
but you ain’t got no fans?
i don’t wanna think about it
motherf-cker you should stop it
claiming that you poppin’
but you at work moppin’
talking bout this alb-m
when you drop it
n-body gon f-cking cop it
dawg look, i don’t f-ck with you
yeah, f-ck you dirty lu
my name is milo, b-tch respect my f-cking crew
this type of sh-t rappers do
unlike you, yeah you garbage fool
and before you diss me with a drake beat
just know mans will come back
and back to back you
for a second time
yeah motherf-cker, i said f-ck your side
yeah motherf-cker, i said f-ck your side
deep ends, baby and we down to ride
[verse 3: lil drool]
shots… shots…
they comin off the top (aye)
f-ck around, come get popped
couldn’t come thru, he was gonna call the cops like oh my god!
aye lil b-tch! (f-ck!)
diss me again get whipped (f-ck!)
off top like a rocketship (f-ck!)
lil b-tch, you are not hot sh-t
f-ck off my board, you ain’t gonna ride
all that you ride is the wave from behind
you really talkin bout wantin more life
but you better change up cause you look like a dyk-
ain’t n-body as -ss as you
so take a bite out yo p-ssionfruit
imma run up with the fist and get to smackin you
think you slappin’ and snappin’; a crackalackin foo
you can’t handle all this gas
inhale some albuterol cause once we f-ckin’ pull up on yo block, it is yo funeral
guap in these pockets, b-tch
hunnids on my f-ckin’ wrist
at yo neck like exorcist
stupid b-tch, suck my d-ck
shoutout travis issa f-ckin rodeo since lu is claimin’ to be busy (yah)
dirty, dizzy, n-gg- dirty sh-tty like he dirty d-ckin’ down a drizzy (yah)
literally, i’m alliterate, you illiterately left in lead
and i took shots right thru yo head, lil b-tch
all you saw was a ghost cause you dead
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