CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Gawne Wanted This Diss
I'm putting an end to that right now
You see luke, there's levels to this sh*t my n***a
And today, I'm going to show you and everyone that loves you the difference between us
You said the loser have to get in a bodybag
Go ahead and jump in
This is what happens when you box with God
Luke Gawne done jumped out the window
Actin like I'm one he can handle
Rappin in front of a Double Rainbow
To rappin in front of a Double Barrel
All that "flippity skippity" boutta get dismantled
See his body rapped up like Roman Sandles
Make em see the "fire work" with no Roman Candles
Once I'm at(@) him Luke Gawne(gone) like his Twitter handle
This n***a don't got bars to stress
Tryna box with Gawd gonna cause distress
He wanna make rap great again?
That's gon' start when I cause your death
Who really told this man he nice?
Reaction channels got this n***a bugging
Easily impressed by a chopper flow
But when we Genius this "genius" he saying nothin
This n***a must have an urge to die
Luke I'm flattered I'm the first you called
Boutta leave your body in the nicest Crypt
Cause when I heard you on the cypher I turned it off
Now this muhf**ka wanna pick a fight
Cause I'm what he can't stand since I'm built the nicest
Boutta sit this boy down, little featherweight n***a
With a jaw made of glass, you ain't built for Tyson
Unless it's 50, that's a fair fight lyrically
By the looks of you, he got you physically
Damn shame, this was your campaign
Fans bubbled up and saw me bring their champ pain
Dax takes time to talk to God. You f**ked around now you battling one
Seen you got a song with Slaughterhouse!
Now you getting hooked and you'll dangle in one
n***a you not in my league, and that ain't a secret
Stop throwing rocks at the sun, son, you know you can't reach it
This is the smoke your were seeking, but you ain't got the lungs
You struggle and choke when you breathin, why wouldn't you run?
n***a you not in my league, dying in front of your fans
They watching and just can believe it, this wasn't part of your plans
I been up working and starvin
Just waiting for someone to bring me my food
And got presented a small fry, I guess I'll settle for you
f**k you gon do?
All of that chopper spitting, up until you get Tec's to your booth
Better than who?
After this ass whoopin all your fans gon be questioning you
"What did you do?
I been reading your lyrics and frankly I feel like VI Seconds was right"
n***a goodnight
When I gave you a good one to compensate for all the bullsh*t you write
See I start by revealing em then I pull up with the mill
You the Goat? I'm West Indian, that makes you a meal
Put a clip in his mandible, hope he gets a taste for steel
n***a he think he intangible? b*t*h f**k how you feel
You see luke, there's levels to this sh*t my n***a
And today, I'm going to show you and everyone that loves you the difference between us
You said the loser have to get in a bodybag
Go ahead and jump in
This is what happens when you box with God
Luke Gawne done jumped out the window
Actin like I'm one he can handle
Rappin in front of a Double Rainbow
To rappin in front of a Double Barrel
All that "flippity skippity" boutta get dismantled
See his body rapped up like Roman Sandles
Make em see the "fire work" with no Roman Candles
Once I'm at(@) him Luke Gawne(gone) like his Twitter handle
This n***a don't got bars to stress
Tryna box with Gawd gonna cause distress
He wanna make rap great again?
That's gon' start when I cause your death
Who really told this man he nice?
Reaction channels got this n***a bugging
Easily impressed by a chopper flow
But when we Genius this "genius" he saying nothin
This n***a must have an urge to die
Luke I'm flattered I'm the first you called
Boutta leave your body in the nicest Crypt
Cause when I heard you on the cypher I turned it off
Now this muhf**ka wanna pick a fight
Cause I'm what he can't stand since I'm built the nicest
Boutta sit this boy down, little featherweight n***a
With a jaw made of glass, you ain't built for Tyson
Unless it's 50, that's a fair fight lyrically
By the looks of you, he got you physically
Damn shame, this was your campaign
Fans bubbled up and saw me bring their champ pain
Dax takes time to talk to God. You f**ked around now you battling one
Seen you got a song with Slaughterhouse!
Now you getting hooked and you'll dangle in one
n***a you not in my league, and that ain't a secret
Stop throwing rocks at the sun, son, you know you can't reach it
This is the smoke your were seeking, but you ain't got the lungs
You struggle and choke when you breathin, why wouldn't you run?
n***a you not in my league, dying in front of your fans
They watching and just can believe it, this wasn't part of your plans
I been up working and starvin
Just waiting for someone to bring me my food
And got presented a small fry, I guess I'll settle for you
f**k you gon do?
All of that chopper spitting, up until you get Tec's to your booth
Better than who?
After this ass whoopin all your fans gon be questioning you
"What did you do?
I been reading your lyrics and frankly I feel like VI Seconds was right"
n***a goodnight
When I gave you a good one to compensate for all the bullsh*t you write
See I start by revealing em then I pull up with the mill
You the Goat? I'm West Indian, that makes you a meal
Put a clip in his mandible, hope he gets a taste for steel
n***a he think he intangible? b*t*h f**k how you feel
