[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[?], vro, yeah

[Verse]
It's as if you were a couple birds sitting on my perch
In a couple years, you'll be sighted in my merch, ayy
Like true false player, I'm a send track slayer
Never fall behind, I never lack, no never, woah, woah, woah
No you can't diss at all
You diss people that everybody hates
Bandwagon jumpers you make me irate
I'm going Pusha T style when he dessimated Drake
Except, you're like 12, grow up you don't do pot
I haven't got a baby to expose-
I hope not
Stop acting grown
So apparently you're true grime gangsters
Shut the hell up, you're not Skepta
Shut up, you're not Stormzy
You're definitely not hard, come 'round here you'll get parred
Yeah, say it right
Squeaky boy sound like a squirrel
Your hairlines so dead, your trim looks like a scribble
Bandana 'round your mouth
Seems like you're scared of your identity
I wish I could believe you when you said that you were meant to be
Nah, nah, you're not a true MC
You ain't got no legacy
Tell me who you are, it seems you're scared of me
Yeah
You said your next diss would be out soons
March 16th, when you said that you goons

[Outro]
Yung Hellboy
Let's get it