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Dаnі! You're messing where you shouldn't, bro
Thanks for the promo, hey, goofy
Uh, uh, uh, tell me, who the hell are you
Walking around with a bunch of fakes
They're gonna make you famous outside of YouTube, you, you, you
That girl wants to meet my crew
Fool, don't mess with the street
So you don't come asking for trouble, trouble, trouble

What do you want
If you diss me, it's because you can't
And you don't name them so they don't bury you
You go and mention me with the double r, r, r
You're not independent, show your papers
If none of them will stop you
Tell me, why do you mention the boys, boys

What you have from the street was lent to you by the dollar
Tell me, why do you ignore your friends
Mine are still solid and none fold
Hidden in the mountain, in your paranoia
With a chorus of men who suck
That's why you're insecure and invent the story of the girlfriend
Don't act tough, take care of your trajectory

You're a pu-, oh
Everything they took from you, I kept it all
You have a career only in music
And I'm in business, entrepreneur
From the neighborhood, no panic
And no comments affect me
You're panicking, it's noticeable
With double the visits, you were the one who fell
And the flow doesn't come out, you copy even the glow

The industry doesn't want you because you're you
Give me a couple of tracks and a couple of blunts
And it takes hours if I catch a flight
Bitch, I got the money and I'm selling dope
I let you diss me because it's promotion
If you hadn't messed up in the street, action
But I'm gonna make a chain with this song, song

I can't leave the street because you have no street
I write six songs while you release one shit
Don't ask me to compare myself
You're a pussy, you have no talent
Just a pretty face, you're a character
You're all motivated by having answered
Tell me, dracukeo, how many more do you know
Fanboy, fanatic
Pu-, yeah, yeah

You're in your movie because you know I won't do anything
You've cried underneath, you don't know who to call
You start a beef with half of the audios
What's up, where's your talent
You diss me from colleagues
Man, you have no one in the friends industry
I support and sign artists and invest in talent
Not in Ferraris and showing off
And if you were street, you'd value other things, value
That you're a little fish
Bro, everything I've told you are facts when I diss you
But you, brother, you're making it all up
What the fuck are you saying, bro
That if I kill you in Fortnite, and I talk about shooters
How do you want me to diss you about shooters, bro
Are you dumb, bro

Yes, crazy, look.. You're gonna end up just talking to me
You're too heavy, son, I'm going to the fair to play foosball
Go play foosball, foosball
Foosball, foosball, foosball, foosball
How am I gonna diss you if you're a joke, man

Ah Dani, you're a lying bitch
Stop inventing, man, your ass stinks
Everything you've said, show me the stories
I'm trending and I don't see you in my zone
I'm branding with your name and face
I'm giving it to your mom with mine, bite pillows
When I'm done, I'm going to your house
So you can suck it and eat my dick

Dani, you've healed with me
You leave the woman because I even do that well
I fuck her without witnesses
That burden is mine, what she carries in her belly
You're a pussy, fool, fake
You lack street and talent, bro, go to the side
All the styles I have dominated
I can't leave the street, my mom hasn't let me
I don't want to give, and you're doing it wrong rapping
Like a ten-year-old, bro, go back to commercials
I don't want to give, it's easy for me to humiliate you
I could call you a bitch, but it would offend your mother

Pu-, I thought you had talent
Audios from years ago, you're not even honest
You show off money and you don't have a budget
That's why your number will be the sixteenth
I'm crazy, eccentric, bro, I'm going crazy
Bro, I do what I want, I live like a superstar
Running in the car, stuck in the street
Tell me, why do I want more
Mommy, I'm being careful

Tell me, who has, what do you have, when
You bought a car and you don't know how to drive it
I'm in the street and you're not making it sound
You're a little dog who wants to be fucked
Tell me, who has, what do you have, when
You're a little dog who wants to be fucked
Tell me, who has, what do you have, when
You're a little dog who wants to be fucked
Bro, you sound too basic
Reinvent yourself
You're copying the flow to people
Come on, I see you old