[Verse 1]
Diss? more like piss
I got 30 on my wrist
Call me Mia, hit or miss
You be livin' in the sticks

I be livin' with my dignity
Call me Drake 'cause I got a lot of enemies
You prolly need to give your bitch an enema
You prolly got a court case that's federal

[Verse 2]
You ain't got no whip (whip)
Fake acid trip (trip)
You ain't got no drip (drip)
'Cause you dress like shit

Got three stripes but this shit ain't Adidas
No Ray, no Bans, no Gucci sneakers
Don't know if I should report you to the cleaners
Animal control, CPS, or PETA

[Verse 3]
Kiss your girl's lips
Got that strap on my hips
Got that strap on my clit
'Cause I'm fuckin' up this shit

Sauce on my dick
Call me Chef Boyardee
Pull up in your Nissan
Pull up in my Ferrari

[Verse 4]
Got three lines but this shit ain't Adidas athletics
Got three stripes, make the tweaker hoes fuckin' magnetic
Got three songs and they all sound like fuckin' pathetic
Three lines in my nose, bitch, go call me a medic

I don't need no fuckin' man
Bih, I got my onii-chan
Fuck everyone else