LEG DISSTRACK

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(They smilin' in your face)
 All the time, they want to take your place
 The back-stabbers (back-stabbers)
 (They smilin' in your face)
 All the time, they want to take your place
 The back-stabbers (back-stabbers)
 Open your mouth
 I guess that this bitch want to smoke
 I'm inhaling his pack, yeah
 That's why they done gave me this name
 Goddamn, this clout shit is no joke
 Yeah, just look at this weasel
 And look at what he did for the fame
 Bitch, your YouTube gon' die in a month
 'Cause you ain't really 'bout that shit
 Me and you was never the same
 I carried two channels to 100K on my back
 And lil' bitch I'll just do it again
 Yeah, this bitch made an hour of videos
 Talking on me, but I already proved they all cap
 Worked my ass every mo'fucking day for the shit I had
 Then you went and stole it like that
 And this bitch really changed all the passwords
 I'll see you in court, and I'll laugh
 When I get it all back
 Now everywhere I go you running
 You a little fuckin' rat
 But I still got yo' ass locked up right in my sight
 Call you pop with no smoke you a thief at night
 You've been leaching off all the work
 That I've done for these channels
 For the last three years of my life
 Had a contract that legally made me an owner
 I guess you forgot that you mo'fucking signed
 And I'd tell you to make a diss back
 But I know that you can't
 Cause I'm no longer there to help write
 Violation
 For this ugly stakin'
 Greedy money scrapin'
 Dirty back stabbin'
 Fucking channel snaggin'
 Always lying cappin'
 Filthy fucking rat
 And dirty edit thieving
 Stupid email leaking
 Falsely moral preachin'
 Steady talent leachin'
 Fucking clout suckin'
 Conversation duckin'
 Busy vape puffin'
 Never proving nothing little leach
 Bitch really named himself Leg? (Why?)
 'Cause now he be seeing da feet
 Fuck around get blazed on this beat
 Those 35 diss tracks were all wrote by me (ha)
 That's right, bitch
 Stuck in my shadow, you needed that light switch
 Fuck out my face, I'm done looking at you
 And that clout sucker hawns
 Just keep riding legs pipe bitch
 Stop making fuckin' excuses
 For being a thieving lil' rat
 When you scammed for those edits
 How you gon' barely do work?
 Getting high everyday
 Then com back asking for credit
 Soon all you shits gonna die
 For the rest of yo' life
 I know good that yo' ass gon' regret it
 Bitch, don't forget I made yo' career
 And how just easily I can mo'fucking end it
 Yuh, yuh, yuh
 I get to packing, I'm rippin' him rappin'
 How you think you won? Man, it's funny, I'm laughin'
 Yes-men on yo' dick they stay tappin' yo' backend
 This bitch took my 50, like Thanos I'm snappin'
 I'm back and I'm with it, packs blazin' you burnin'
 I thought you my friend, so that shit really hurtin'
 At least now I know your a horrible person
 Fuck you and those channels, I'm never returnin', lil' bitch
 

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Duration
02:06
Key
1
Tempo
75 BPM

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