Part I

[Intro]
Yo, it's sad that you have to lie for your diss track
You really think I struggle to get girls?
You’re a funny guy, you know?
Very funny guy

[Verse 1]
Let's start off with the obvious things
You got less subs and you're clearly not slim
You’re a YouTube scrub, I'm a YouTube king
You started a war that you're not gonna win
So Andrew, stop it
All of the talk, just stop it
When I was at my house counting up all the racks
You were at the Sidemen house squatting
Fat fuck
Sidemen House got you all gassed up
You jumped on a track and you wanna act tough
But if we jumped in the ring, you'd get slapped up
I'ma fuck your wife like a horse
Then I go take her for a drive in a Porsche
If you saw the messages and letters by Laura
You'd be screaming "Divorce"
You want to talk about Ps
Your wedding was shit and the dress looked cheap
It's about to be so peak
You fucked up, I'm gonna go deep
Andrew Shane, get sent to the gallows
Say your bars are deep, but they’re all so shallow
You went to uni for a whole 3 years
Just to be stuck in JJ’s shadow
All the years you've been begging
Probably changed his bedding
But the one thing that you ain’t been spreading
Is that JJ paid for your wedding
Part II

[Interlude: Randolph & Zerkaa]
I'm happy, like, I got my wife
I'm enjoying li-
Well, when you mean you have your wife
You might not have her that long

[Hook]
Yeah, I challenged and he ran
He ain't messing with the man
He know I got all the plans
He know I’m making the bands
All the lies, I cannot stand
'Cause he begging off the clan
Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne
Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne (Little bitch)
Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne (Fucking snake)
Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne (Fat prick)
Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne

[Verse 2]
You say JJ this, JJ that
Call me Walmart, let's talk facts (Okay)
JJ's in your top ten videos
JJ got you that YouTube plaque
JJ's cameraman, JJ's bitch
Got your lips on JJ's dick
When JJ got signed to a label
JJ didn't even bring you in (Oh shit)
How can this guy battle me? (Woah)
Brother pays his salary (Why?)
He cannot handle me (How?)
Lay off the calories (What?)
L.A., wanna bring it up (Wow)
This dirt, dig it up
Did you tell Laura all the girls you were ringing up?
Card declined, that's true (Okay)
But I'm worth 5 mil (Five)
5 more than you
All your music is trash, ah
Will Smith, you're an actor
Fat prick, get the camera
Holding smoke like cancer
[Hook]
Yeah, I challenged and he ran
He ain't messing with the man
He know I got all the plans
He know I'm making the bands
All the lies, I cannot stand
Cause he begging off the clan
Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne
Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne (Ayy)
Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne (Yeah)
Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne (Hmm)
Yeah, he ran, hiding like he's Anne