BANDIT diss u :( by Dashxxvibes - Zona

BANDIT diss u :( by Dashxxvibes - Zona

Lyrics

[Hard drop, instant start — no intro]

You ain’t a threat, you a costume stunt

Say “Bandit” loud — just another runt

You tweet like fire, fold like silk

Talk about smoke, never seen that guilt

I walk in black, no flash, no tag

You rap for clout — I write toe tags

This ain’t a beef, this a purge alert

You say my name, now feel that dirt

Whole image rental, borrowed flex

Drip too fake, can’t cut no checks

Said you a boss, said you got pull

Now you ghosted — inbox full

Never touched heat, never moved dirt

All your bars? Recycled hurt

Stole from styles, borrowed slang

Now claim “original”? Stay in your lane

Tried to spark war, now you cry for grace

You ain’t built for it — just copy/paste

One beat drop and your hands get shaky

One shot from me and your fans move flaky

Act hard with your pose and captions

But this ain’t clout — this reaction

My name ring bells — yours glitch

Try test me again, get switched

You pull fake cards, I pull up clean

You chase drama, I chase the scene

No mask, no role, no cap in view

You lie with your chest, I break right through

No grind, no roots, no earned spot

Every play you get? Still bought

Every line you drop? Still weak

Every time you post? Still bleak

I been here. I been real.

I say less. You speak fear.

You turn tense when I enter the space

I see fraud in your whole interface

Try act boss — you barely rank

Talk about “heat” — that’s studio prank

You bark fake, I bite facts

You’re background noise, I’m full impact

So what’s Bandit? Just a brand

No voice, no plan, just shaky stands

You diss for fun, I diss for sport

You play thug — I hold court

Pull your name, it don’t echo

Flex too loud, heart too hollow

Every vid you drop is dust

Say you next? Nah — just crushed

Glitch in the feed when I go live

You see my eyes, feel that vibe

All that tough talk turned to plea

Now you runnin’ while you quote me

Next time you think you got the flame

Check the mirror, remember shame

This is one mic, one kill, one time

I own the silence, I bend the rhyme

So call your crew, call your bluff

Call your ego — I call that tough

But real is rare, and you ain’t it

Say “Bandit” now — and hear it hit.