JJ wanna play games, wanna snake me
Get your friends tryna' battle me
Now they wanna bait names
How can a man choose friends over family

JJ we ain’t the same
When I start Wars, it only brings casualty
Little boy, stay in your lane
I’ma drag you to the ground like gravity

Talk about me, only negativity
Bring up girls to ruin credibility
Text my parents to try to get rid of me
How in hell have you not lost dignity

Like woah, woah
How could you block your bro
Even blocked your mum and dad too
How could you be so low
Did you know versuri.online
Your friends only there for the dough
Oh no, your friends only there so they blow

Yeah you got the big bucks
Clout got you gassed for a quick f**k
Went and got a girl to lick your arse
Instead of getting your d**k sucked
You’re not a king, your mind is vacant
Need a doctor, I’m running out of patients
Cause of my vid you’re moving your statements
Next to your girlfriend, hid in the basement

You always say you made me
You always say I’m lazy
But I’m here on my grind
While you’re just killin’ babies
And how can you attack a man
When you f**ked a girl in a caravan
Your flow is poor and your songs are s**t
You’re ten times worse that my camera man

You ain’t got time for your bro
But you got time for these h*es, oh no
Yeah, I’m the guy on the camera
I’ve got the craziest flows
The name is Jallow, I’m stealin’ the show
I’m takin’ it home, now you’re beefin’ the pros
But I’m gonna blow so stop with the gloat
And tell all your fans what’s screaming to know

I’m just an elegant yute
Everyone knows I’m better than you
Quadeca exposed your irrelevant views
‘Cause bro, you’re afraid of tellin’ the truth
I know you think you’re awesome
But it’s time to take some caution
You baited out Deji for texting those girls
But you’re on your fourth abortion

Spent 100k on a crap track
Still got a draw, now that’s that
Instead of sparring or going gym
You’re posting strippers on Snapchat
All my vids, you won’t share mine
But now I’m getting the airtime
Like Malaysia Airlines
Nobody’s found your hairline

P*ssy a*s boy, please excuse my manners
Uncle Tom n**ga, you a YouTube cracker
Speak on my name, that’s a YouTube dagger
I’m a mainstream n**ga, not a YouTube rapper
I was in the trap tryna get my rest
Then I heard you was talking, I was like that’s blessed
Got a couple million views of the s**t, no stress
Waste time on a p*ssy a*s n**ga, say less

Couldn’t step up to me
If he do, then it’s death to the G
Boy, you better tread carefully
Catch L’s like definitely
Ahh ye ohh, ah ohhh you a troll
Why the f**k you talking cuz
Everybody knows

That I went from nothing to something
And started bubbling, bubbling
And now they paying to see me and that’s facts
Man, I went from cleaning in public to getting money in bunches
So if you hating a n**ga 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 b**ch up on her back, I had to toot it and boot it
She a bad lil’ b**ch, so I cocked it and screwed it

Dax had the b**ch bad on a back
Dax had to put gas on the track
Dax had to put pen to the pad
Just to show n**gas how the best would react
KSI, this is not a game
Wanna thank you for the call-out but you still a lame
I don’t really give a f**k if you say my name
‘Cause it’s only getting views, multiply the fame

N**ga, you so trash, so bad
Got yo’ body in a toe tag, no cap
No, n**ga can’t collab, you trash
Couldn’t pay me like 40 racks, 40 racks, 40 racks
Yeah n**ga, that’s right
If you had Dax up on ya song
That s**t would probably change yo’ life

It’s kinda funny, it took a nobody for you to finally rap with us
Ok so now my name’s been dropped and thanks for that
The Crypt been empty since I ripped into Randolph’s a*s
Ya wanna step to me Here’s the welcome mat
This fat man gonna eat and b**ch you a snack
You wanna be Ares But you barely researched
You the God of War but I’m the God of Rap
B**ch, bow to me until your hairy knees hurt
Imma make you see how a real God reacts

You wanna rap Let’s f**kin’ rap, the beat pause that
Imma pick up the pen and rip inside of his ballsack
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 d**k
And his pull-out game is trash
And I rap fast ’cause you can’t f**kin’ do it
You don’t like that Well, time to suffer through it