Lil Kori - Fuck Niggas

★ intro ★
Doo-doo, (pssh) doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo (pssh) (damn)
To all you niggas (ayy) who hatin' at niggas, dick riding and shit (ayy, back in the booth)
(fuck flex gang) so i'm fuckin' here to put a stop to all this fuckin' bullshit, bruh
Yuh, yuh, yuh! (ayy, lil kori)

★ verse 1 ★
Bitch, stay on my dick
Y'all make it funnier, it is what it is
Nigga, you're getting trolled, take the l, live with it
And keep talkin' that shit, i get hard as a brick, ayy
Let me switch the flow up, man, this generation soft as fuck
Might just hit a lick on these niggas inside a bentley truck
I'ma show these niggas that i really do not give a fuck
Hit your bitch up and break her back for a couple thousand bucks (ayy)
Let's talk about the whole eggsoup shit
When y'all niggas got mad 'bout that cover and shit
And y'all sayin' posts hella fucked up shit
But when i do it, y'all get mad as a bitch (what?)
It's only a problem when i fuckin' do it?
But if luck does it, y'all just fuckin' еxcuse it
I cut off y'all niggas 'cause i'm sick of the bullshit
I can't еven joke, bro, it's like i can't do shit
Y'all niggas stay on my dick with that hate while yo' favorite rapper in my dms, he textin' me
And that bitch that you got a crush on in muh'fuckin' high school, she in my bed and she sexin' me
Middle finger avo, it's funny how you say you carry me, but you wouldn't be shit without me (ayy, ayy)
And you wanna side with a cappin'-ass mexican nigga who don't even know shit about me
I love how when this nigga luck get in arguments, he tries to pull the "be mature and age" card
But real niggas like me and grape, we not buyin' that shit, so it backfires up in his face hard
Bitch, i don't dick ride couron, i just fuck with him more 'cause he realer than y'all, you just jealous (ayy, ayy)
Y'all niggas be toxic as fuck and got egos, so go 'head, flex to your three lil' fellas, bitch

★ interlude ★
Like bruh, i don't know how many times i think he tellin' niggas
I make whatever the fuck i wanna make
I rap however the fuck i wanna rap
I'm not switchin' my style for nobody, and if you don't like it, oh well, bitch
(ayy) fuck outta here

★ verse 2 ★
Young nigga in the booth, screamin', "fuck flex gang"
All you niggas wack as a fuck, bitch i let my nuts hang
And you niggas pussy as fuck, y'all same the same thang
Y'all some white kids thinkin' y'all black, rappin' about gang
Hoog guy got offended 'cause i made a joke about his mom
Welcome to the internet, lil' bitch, you off a fuckin' bong
Whatever crack you smokin' on, that shit gotta be hella strong
Mosquito busy suckin' dick for feats, wearin' a fuckin' thong
And payden, you would always beg to be on my songs
So you can't even talk no shit (ayy), my nigga, you know you wrong
I'm finna sample the audio of me fuckin' your mom
And put the beat on soundcloud as a payden response
You claimin' that your shit is hard (ayy), we know your music is shit
How i'm the sped nigga, but you the one who acts retarded?
You always beggin' on your story, no one streamin' yo' shit
I know you usin' me for clout, so get the fuck off my dick
These niggas naggin' me like rose as i get older and older
My flow a lil' colder, you niggas gettin' crushed like a boulder
Now on your bitch shoulder, i put you niggas up like a folder
Run up on me, i got the nina, bitch, you know that i told her
I did the flex diss as a joke, and y'all took the shit serious
It's like be delirious, i just make a joke, you get furious
Bitch i ain't hearin' it, i'm your fuckin' dad, no nigerian
Funny i carried your label my entire experience (ayy)
Y'all don't make meme rap, y'all just make garbage
All your music generic and basic like target
Look at what the fuck you pussy niggas done started
I swear on my binge (ayy), you pussy niggas sound retarded
Ayy, fuck flex gang, y'all bunch of fuckin' crackers
If i see hood guy grandma, then you know i'm finna slap her
Smokin' on that flex pack, i'ma end they fuckin' chapter
That a weak-ass diss, that shit made me die of laughter (hehe)

★ outro ★
So yeah, this is basically future me talkin' about past me
Yeah, i still feel the same way, fuck flex gang
Honestly, i don't need y'all niggas for success
I never needed y'all niggas for success, and it's obviously that-
It's obvious that y'all never really cared about me
Y'all just wanted me for fuckin' attention
And that's little fifty minutes of fame
Y'all ain't really on top of me, y'all never toppin' me
Me and hentai gang, we all on top
And the only valuable person on your entire fuckin' label is lil pony
The rest of y'all niggas are insecure, y'all can't jokes, and y'all mad that y'all are ass
Peace, oh yeah, and p.s
All y'all need to learn how to take jokes and stop bein' so fuckin' pussy
How y'all niggas gon' be gangsters on a fuckin' diss track but act like pussies over some jokes?
Like get a fuckin' life, bro
Oh yeah, and hood guy, if you hear this, i'ma just address this like this
Fuck you, fuck your mom, fuck your entire family
And i'd like to see you diss me on that one, bitch
And i'ma slap the fuck out yo' white ass when i see you, you fuckin' honky
Bitch-ass nigga