Leg Disstrack

(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