(Hahaha) Deji x Dax x Crypt
Let's go
JJ, wanna play games? Wanna snake me, get your friends tryna battle me (battle me)
Now they wanna bait names, how can a man choose friends over family? (Family)
JJ, we ain't the same, when I start wars, it only brings casualty (casualty)
Little boy, stay in your lane, I'ma drag you to the ground like gravity
T-t-talk about me, only negativity, bringin' up girls to ruin credibility
Text my parents to try and get rid of me, how in hell have you not lost dignity?
Like, whoa (whoa), how could you block your bro? (Bro)
Even blocked your mum and dad too? How could you be so low? (No way)
Did you know? Your friends, only there for the dough (what? Okay)
Oh, no, your friends only there, so they blow (what? No way)
Yeah, you got the big bucks (uh), clout got you gassed for a quick fuck (uh)
Went and got a girl to lick your arse instead of gettin' your dick sucked (dick sucked)
You're not a king, your mind is vacant, need a doctor, I'm runnin' outta patience
'Cause of my vid, you're movin' your statements, next to your girlfriend, hid in the basement
You always say you made me (huh) you always say I'm lazy (no)
But I'm here, on my grind while you're just killin' babies
And how can you attack a man when you fucked a girl in a caravan?
Your flow is poor, and your songs are shit, you're ten times worse than my cameraman
You ain't got time for your bro (no), but you got time for these hoes, oh no (okay)
Yeah, I'm the guy on the camera, I've got the craziest flows (they're crazy)
The name is Jallow, I'm stealin' the show, I'm takin' it home, now you're beefin' the pros (yes)
But I'm gonna blow (yeah), so stop with the gloat (yeah)
And tell all your fans (yeah) what's screamin' to know (yeah)
I'm just an elegant yute, everyone knows I'm better than you (okay)
Quadeca exposed your irrelevant views 'cause bro, you're afraid of tellin' the truth (oh, mad)
I know you think you're awesome, but it's time to take some caution (stay back)
You baited out Deji for textin' those girls, but you're on your fourth abortion (stay dead)
Spent 100K on a crap track, still got a draw, now that's that
Instead of sparrin' or goin' gym, you're postin' strippers on Snapchat (breasts)
All my vids, you won't share mine, but now I'm gettin' the airtime (in the sky)
Like Malaysia Airlines (it's Dax), nobody's found your hairline
Uh, pussy ass boy, please excuse my manners, uncle Tom nigga, you a YouTube cracker
Speak on my name, that's a YouTube dagger, I'm a mainstream nigga, not a YouTube rapper
I was in the trap tryna get my rest, then I heard you was talkin', I was like that's blessed
Got a couple million views of the shit, no stress, waste time on a pussy ass nigga, say less (woo)
Couldn't step up to me (uh-oh), if he do, then it's death to the G
Boy, you better tread carefully (god-damn), catch L's, like, definitely
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-oh, you a troll (troll)
Why the fuck you talkin'? 'Cause everybody know
That I went from nothin' to somethin' and started bubblin', bubblin'
And now they payin' to see me, and that's facts
Man, I went from cleanin' in public to gettin' money in bunches
So if you hatin' a nigga, then you wack
Lois called me up the other day and asked me what I was doin'
That's yo' ex-girlfriend, she was practically droolin'
Put that bitch up on her back, I had to toot it and boot it
She a bad lil' bitch, so I cocked it and screwed it
Dax had the bitch bad on a back, Dax had to put gas on the track (oh-yeah)
Dax had to put pen to the pad just to show niggas how the best would react (ah)
KSI, this is not a game, wanna thank you for the clout, but you still a lame
I don't really give a fuck if you sayin' my name 'cause it's only gettin' views, multiplyin' fame
Nigga, you so trash, so bad, got yo' body in a toe tag, no cap
Nah, nigga, can't collab, you trash, couldn't pay me like d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d
40 racks, 40 racks, 40 racks, yeah nigga, that's right
If you had Dax up on yo' song, that shit would probably change yo' life
It's kinda funny it took a nobody for you to finally rap for once (it's Crypt)
Okay, so now my name's been dropped, and thanks for that
The Crypt been empty since I ripped into Randolph's ass
You wanna step to me? Here's the welcome mat
This fat man gonna eat and, bitch, you a snack
You wanna be Ares? But you barely researched, you the God of war, but I'm the God of rap
Bitch, bow to me until your hairy knees hurt, I'ma make you see how a real God reacts
You wanna rap? Let's fuckin' rap, the beat, pause that, I'ma pick up the pen and rip inside of his ball sack
Slip his epididymis so he can't jizz in a snatch, I'm sorry, Andrew, man, I know that makes you sad
But we can't risk this man killin' another kid 'cause he can't cover his dick and his pull-out game is trash
And I rap fast 'cause you can't fuckin' do it, you don't like that? Well, time to suffer through it (fuck you)
And I'm killin' him like I'm Kratos (yup), keep his kids kept in a drain hose (uh-huh)
'Cause he shit at spittin', but he thinks he's sick 'cause every single Sidemen say so
Icarus, idiot, can't understand the idioms, I ink at him
Sucks more than the stiff syringe that they stickin' in
The bitch's snatch to suck out your slipped semen (bah-bah-bah-bah)
Ah snap, that's an attack, can you catch where I'm at? I bet these bars are flyin' over your head, like a bat (okay-okay)
You're an idiot to involve me, I'll implode him, tryna be like Áres 'cause you fear the Trojans
Can't get on your cock 'cause I'm not Randolph, cease your brain, like a Cranioclast OP
Have fun tryna handle all these bars that I heave out, get jabbed by this lil' prick and bleed out (ooh)
Bitch ass nigga, y'all got Deji up in the studio right now
Flew all the way here from London, just to (murder ya)
Ayy, Lele Pons, where you at?
