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lirik lagu traplord, k jooney, ghost writers - issa diss track

-david-
plan a , plan b, plan c
hoco plans is incomplete
failed so hard, i call you lil tard
plans issa flame like my bars (its lit)

i’m not surprised
the rejections ain’t disguised
yea, saw this comin like i have binoculars
ain’t n-body look at you cuz you ain’t popular

wack, wack, wack wack wack stop playin your viola its still wack wack wack
they say people improve, but region still cr-p, cr-p, cr-p
crossed a line, can’t take it back, back, back

you failed region 4 times, think my ears is hurtin
this almost as cringy as seeing u flirtin

you is h-lla small
can’t play basketball
add the fact that u is colorblind
now you is basically double blind

roses be grey; violets be grey
david is colorblind and has no bae (yikes)
so many plans but they is running away
my producer just signed me away (straight up)

comin to school with fake kyrees
keep getting denied from wesley
ball with me and you gone lose
let that thing down then point at you
bentley or the ‘rari, i choose
money on the floor just like some shoes

your a nerd, stop tryna be a baller
go back to physics and be a scholar
you is shorter than your sister, yea u is smaller
imma keep countin my soundcloud dollars

everyday you try to flex your psat
your a hyena get back to your habitat
sinfonia didn’t give you a welcome mat
ask your sis, oh wait, she already arrived at

you listen to bach, y u have beats?
fake flexing with that nock-off gucci piece
we all know u these clothes is fake and u is broke
when it comes to a diss, u always choke

your always critiquin’ my talent
i’m sorry, wait, what’s your talent?
oh, i don’t know who the h-ll you are
to give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion or view
david, u issa hyena; get back to the zoo

i’m overboard and i’m over-impatient
over u and these kids my ages
dealin’ with stuff that’s mo’ more complicated

-ajit-
run it back turbo
time to roast the homie ajit

dedicated your life to those 3b’s
wait holdup, imma disagree
the only b’s i see was ur transcript
we all know you unfit for this

thought you was a big baller, but allan didn’t wantchu (small balla)
thought you got m——, but she didn’t wantchu (you)
all these rejections , but don’t be feelin blue
cause when you look in a mirror, you issa cashew

yea im just playin, i love my boi ajit
but his skin’s so dark, looks like he fell into a tar pit
tryin ut honors, they don’t admit
stop playin, cambiata sounds lit
sucks that your brother’s gonna prom
don’t worry, cause you can always take your mom
don’t celebrate holi, but always skippin skool
shout out for m——-, cuz she just skipped a fool

ashamed of all the things that you was doin for her
should’ve known that guitar was mediocre
found out that she with him, like this verse, get discard
learning from shawn, you should’ve know you would fail hard

all this potential yet you lookup to bbb
your form like lonzo, h-lla cringey
on the team, took it too lightly
coach kicked you cuz u ain’t n-body

just put the rolly right back on my wrist
this watch cost me twenny, y do u persist
just like lonzo you can’t get an -ssist
i am done with u ajit, or should i just call you s—

run it back yz
-sohum-
everyday you wear shirts from your marathons
everyday you won’t stop rattling on
when it comes to real life, we all know you is trash
lost to david, now your credibility is ash

holdup, holdup, holdup, sohum y is u always scared?
holding hands in the haunted house, you impaired ?
dropped out of bc, we knew you wasn’t prepared
low grades, be happy i don’t share

yea, i know this is kinda stereotypical
but i need to point out that a 14 hunnie is h-lla atypical
you ain’t strong mental or physical
keep crying cuz you don’t have a tricycle

you a snake, very slimy and you hiss
you gave bait, tried to line me and you missed
different grade, you still tried to diss
always lyin, you always hiss

work, work, work work work – work so long but u still in phil
i make money off my p-ssion
you keep failing hys auditions
at least you support the right politicians

just keep droppin’ them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeah
we ain’t gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah
all my dogs in my will, they gon’ ride through to the death, yeah
elevator up the hill we ain’t never take the steps, uh (yeah, yeah)

beat change
-nishant-
you was always supportin beto
that boi has nothin on his portfolio
he’s got a demon and a cat
check the stats, all facts

burglar and drunk driver
yea this boi is a speeder
ain’t gonna replace my favorite tweeter
he’s unfit to be a leader

who’s your senator?
not beto, ted cruz is way better
i’ll drink your leftist tears
we goin keep america great for years
socialist policies gone make people disappear
ninny percent tax; destroy careers

draw the line (draw the line), pick a side(pick a side)
join the right (join the right)
ain’t no switchin’ (ain’t no switchin’), on my guys (on the gang)

you is goin to college
don’t trip propaganda for knowledge
libtard gone let the country demolish
don’t vote for an alcoholic

ive been roasting long enough, my ego should be full
but i’ll do one more, give you a mouthful

-vinay-
ok you’ve been in sinfonia for a couple days
not in region, viola in the case
bad auditions, should switch to b-ss

just to drown out all that noise i’ve tried all kind of thangs
got new money, got new problems, got new enemies
made it to the top for the amenities
ain’t ride with you if ain’t no injuries

yea
applied to ut austin, that’s impossible
b’s in every english, u is responsible
dumb face when you ain’t got hair follicle
u feel me?

yeah, p-ssed the dawgs a celly
sendin’ texts, ain’t sendin’ kites, yeah
i said, “keep that on lock”
u say, “you know this stuff, it’s stife,” yeah

-rithick-
was tryna plan c, can’t group
wrote an essay, tryna coupe
two four on lockdown, made bad moves
applied to ut, got bad news (yeah)
didn’t ed, it wasn’t smoothe
number 9, you gotta improve
now it’s 4 a.m. and you tryna join rice crew
i just landed in, im already an owl (hoot)
ain’t by the book, yeah
this how it look, yeah

p-ss this to my homie, i’ma show him what it took (yeah)
big balla cover fox, got these other people shook, yeah

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