Diss Songs Li Rye

[Intro]
(Ayy, this 1of1?)
(Damn, 1of1, you gotta spin that, though)

[Chorus]
He dissin' in them songs, ain't never spinned or sent a shot
He act just like a bitch, ain't good for nothin' but sendin' drops
He dropped a diss song, I ain't even know it 'cause that bitch flopped
I'm the one they wanna be, I'm sittin' up at the top
He ain't my dog, they say he ratted, I don't fuck with cops
R.I.P. Erin, bruh, I got it tatted, so we forever opps
We the young niggas bringin' the static, these boys spinned on opps
Freaky whores, they send the drops, brand new Draco pop his top

[Verse 1]
I got niggas in omertà, runnin' for a breakfast tray
Five hundred on Cash App, I make 'em stab you in your face
Cut up, then I ran laps over niggas who were just in the way
I don't like to drive, I'm back seat ridin' with a stick on the interstate
We slangin' iron, we blow his mind, up to me, he'd be dead today
The devil talk to me like every day, he just won't go away
I close my eyes, but with me, he gon' stay, that's unless I pray
You know that shit ain't gon' happen, huh, nigga
I'm fightin' with my demons, bitch, we kick it, I'm in hell now
He was ridin' 'round with all them Dracs, how the fuck he still die?
Told him I was gonna kill him, so when he die, watch, he still cry
Always knew I was gon' be rich, I seen it with my third eye