lirik lagu how rappers diss each other now – confusing guy
intro]
(tyler!) where’s tyler? where’s tyler? (tylerrr)
where’s tyler, bruh? where’s tyler? where are you? (tyler where are you?)
b*tch ass n*gga [?] where the h*ll is tyler at bruh? (don’t by shy)
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait * i found ’em (where he at?) (where he at?)
in my blunt
dead ass n*gga! dead ass n*gga! up the score gang! (up the score gang, boy!) blllrrrrrr (shootin’ deer)
[verse 1]
we comin’ after you tyler! ain’t no mystеries gettin’ solved tylеr, you dead
i see you tyler, you dead, f*ck*ass, b*tch*ass, dead n*gga
we came after yo stupid ass with f&n’s and draco’s
fat*ass momma on tv talkin bout sum “where’s my son?, where’s my baby?”
he dead, ion know where the f*ck he at
tyler tell her where you at, she love you, you must not love yo momma
where you at, tyler, where you at?
[verse 2]
tyler, where are you?
we had followed you
feds still can’t solve that mystery
made his fat*ass momma faint (she did)(she did)(she did)
try to get up, he cain’t
we left that n*gga stank, stop dissing me!
can’t forget lil corey too (p*ssy)
we coming after you (b*tch)
jay got k!lled in school
they still cain’t find out who (cain’t catch me)
just know we smokin’ 2
crazy bro ain’t slide for dude
and we all know tristan p*ssy, he got k!lled for acting cool (fakin)
i f*cked lil jd b*tch (i did)
lil pokerface got blitz (he did)
he died the day he dropped the diss
brandon took the stand and snitched (p*ssy)
slapped jason in his sh*t, made him clique up with a clique
that boy took yo chain and stick
jit, you still ain’t slide for sh*t (p*ssy)
now lil 30 ass a l!ck
finally k!lled him on the fifth
feds don’t got no proof i did it, but they know for sure i did (hahaha)
jake you on the list, you gettin’ k!lled the 26th
stab still stuck in the 80’s, we got guns, he using fists (you stupid?)
and i feel bad for rick, they k!lled his brother, k!lled his twin (i do)
but he said, “f*ck lil jo”, so pretty soon we smokin’ him (coming soon)
[refrain]
yo! you said you “gon’ pull up on us, well…
[verse 3]
btb the crew (blrr)(blrr)
we gotta follow you (grahh)
ha*hanging out the [?]
sl*slidin’ in the coupe
six shots to the tooth
we comin after you
opps call police!
gun go [?]
ain’t no [?]
bullets comin’ scorchin’ hot
run down wit a glock
straight whippin’ down yo block
that’s how p*ssies get on fox (n*gga
i don’t talk a lot
(talk a lot, n*gga play he gettin’ clocked)
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