goulish pusha t diss

Lil Wayne

Fuck Pusha T and anybody that love him
His head up his ass, I mma have to head-butt him
Gut him, Lil Tunechi shit, weak stomach
It s me, LT, like when you heat butter
Old pussy in a can, red is the flag

Fuck with me wrong I ll put your head in your hands
There d be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere
I mma alien, I hope you ain t the Prince of Bel Air
That s real nigga talk, these niggas speechless

Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
Hammer on my side like I work in construction
Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions
Niggas can t see me, not even a glimpse

Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
South Beach bitch and I tan line stupid
You could find me on Collins like Bootsy
I ain t on no fuck shit, I be on that Truk Fit

Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one six
All I ever see is Ben Franklin face
I chase the bank, I don t bank with Chase
You fuckin with some niggas that ll murk y all

Nigga you softer than a motherfuckin Nerf ball
Bird call, brr, what happened to that boy?
He was talkin shit, we put a clap into that boy
Tunechi!