goulish (pusha t diss)

fuck pusha t and anybody that love 'em

his head up his ass

i'ma have to headbutt him

gut 'em

lil tunechi shit

weak stomach

it's me lt like when you heat butter

ol' pussy in the pan

red is the flag

fuck wit' me wrong

i put your head in your hands

there'll be blood everywhere

i got bloods everywhere

i'ma 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 her tan line stupid

you can find me on collin's like bootsy

i ain't on no fuck shit

i be on that trukfit

your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than 1 6

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 muthafuckin' nerf ball

birdcall

brrrr

what happened to that boy?

he was talkin' shit and we put a clap into that boy

tunechi!