Intro:
Ayy Falahi
Stop playing stupid
You wanted your name in a song
Now stand there and hold it
Hook:
Falahi a bitch, yeah I’m saying it loud
Pussy boy talk, but he soft in the crowd
Fake tough face with a broke little style
You been down bad for a long damn while
Falahi a clown, Falahi a joke
Whole damn image been running on hope
Talk on my name, now you getting exposed
Bitch, sit down, everybody already knows
Verse 1:
You ain’t no boss, you a bum with a mouth
Always got drama, never got clout
Mad at my motion, mad at my name
Mad cause your whole life looking the same
Bitch-made boy with a Walmart flex
Fit look weak and your bars got no chest
You talk like pressure, but fold under stress
Your whole personality built off mess
You want attention, you thirsty as hell
Acting real hard but your confidence fell
Every time you speak, it don’t even connect
Boy so broke he can’t pay respect
Hook:
Falahi a bitch, yeah I’m saying it loud
Pussy boy talk, but he soft in the crowd
Fake tough face with a broke little style
You been down bad for a long damn while
Falahi a clown, Falahi a joke
Whole damn image been running on hope
Talk on my name, now you getting exposed
Bitch, sit down, everybody already knows
Verse 2:
Falahi, you dirty, you dusty, you lame
Nobody impressed when they mention your name
You swear you got motion, that shit is a lie
Only thing moving is your mouth online
Pussy boy pressed, always chasing a reaction
You not competition, you just a distraction
Your whole vibe weak, your whole wave trash
Your diss so dead I had to bring it back
You built like a rumor, all talk, no proof
Bitch, get a mirror and look at the truth
You not him, you not tough, you not that
You a background extra with a main-character act
Bridge:
Falahi, stop typing, stop lying, stop fronting
You ain’t got money, you ain’t got nothing
You ain’t got bars, you ain’t got motion
You just got hate and emotional moments
Verse 3:
You a fake ass savage, soft as a pillow
Trying to act big, but you little-little
Boy so goofy, he need subtitles
Whole damn life look mid and brittle
Bitch boy mad cause I’m saying facts
You want get back? Do it on tracks
But you can’t rap, you can’t flow, you can’t match
Your whole diss weak, put it straight in the trash
Falahi got cooked, no stove, no pan
Boy so washed he need another plan
You keep talking like you got a fanbase
Only fan you got is your own damn page
Final Hook:
Falahi a bitch, yeah I’m saying it loud
Pussy boy talk, but he soft in the crowd
Fake tough face with a broke little style
You been down bad for a long damn while
Falahi a clown, Falahi a joke
Whole damn image been running on hope
Talk on my name, now you getting exposed
Bitch, sit down, everybody already knows
Outro:
No sweet shit, no friendly tone
Falahi got dragged on a whole damn song
Stand on business, I said what I said
You wanted smoke with the mic, now your track dead.
