Diss track for W

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Yo, Squirrel, you think you got the game on rock?  

I’m flexin’ hard while you scrubbin’ that car lot.  

You train to box, but you just a wannabe,  

I’m the real deal, countin’ stacks, can’t you see?  


W dreams, man, you lost in the mist,  

I’m the problem child, while you just make a wish.  

W for me, 'cause you just wait for the spark,  

I’m blastin' off, man, I’m leaving my mark.  


Chillin’ in my glasses lookin’ fresh like that,  

You pushin’ uc’s I’m out here dodgin’ the trap.  

Lion gear on, man, I roar like a beast,  

You giggle like a child, I’m just feasting the feast.  


Detroit Canvas, yeah, I’m wearin' my pride,  

You laugh now, but soon you’ll see I’m the tide.  

Riding hard, man, I’m sonic, I’m fast,  

While you stuck in the ADHD, I’m destined to blast.  


Handstands finesse, lift my shirt, show the abs,  

You can’t touch this vibe, stay mad 'cause I grab.  

Always gettin' that W, man, I’m on the rise,  

Squirrel, where you at? I’m the truth in disguise.  


Absurd with the bars, yeah, I flip like a switch,  

While you clutchin’ your dreams, I'm stacking that rich.  

You think you a fighter? Nah, well, I went to the toe with iron Mike,  

I’m the king in this game, better get out the way.  


Big D energy, I’m thunder and roar,  

You wanna step, but you just beggin’ for more.  

So take your car wash, your dreams, and your gear,  

'Cause Squirrel, when I’m done, all they’ll feel is fear.  


Squirrel done played, now it’s time to get schooled,  

Step to me and you’ll see who the real fool.  

Feel that power, let it surge through your soul,  

W diss track’s a hit, now watch me take control.

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