| I guess I expected this, partially detected this
| You boutta get cut up, frog bitches get dissected bitch.
| First off, I respect your diss…you did all your digging first
| And tried your hardest and still failed when that didn’t work
| See you the type of bitch to try to son a bitch who know u barren
| Type of bitch to lie about the type of shit that’s so apparent.
| Type of bitch to say she good when all her flows be incoherent
| Type of bitch to make me push her to an edge that she know is hairless
| Talking loud on twitter, claiming that you that bitch.
| Flaw as fuck in public, a world wide catfish.
| This ain’t beef nor a match bitch.
| Not a fucking finger laid, just a fucking track ripped
| And don’t confuse yourself, you not in my lane
| My whole style is really fucking out of your range, bitch.
| I could rap circles round your entire set list
| Body your life and leave that shit unaffected.
| You thought that twitter shit was just for the blogs
| Thought you wouldn’t get your whole head cut the fuck off
| Thought I’d have second thoughts about hitting you off
| And When I see you, all I wanna do is stomp on your jaw.
| You’re an Internet goon, a twitter personality.
| A bitch who’s eggplant weaves and pussy are catastrophes.
| In the industry they talking bout you, ask Trevor Jeradeau
| When he tried to sign me he said Interscope was scared for you
| “they about to catch a brick, Azealia ain’t making shit..”
| How much twitter beef does it take to wanna make you get
| Into the studio and come up with a different flow
| Stop tryna recreate 212 cause its the only hot shit you know
| Listen, you ain’t fucking with me lyrically
| I just rule your bitch ass like this motherfucking tyranny
| I guess I should’ve thought before I wrote a twenty minute roast
| And put my head into the flow, like yours in studio.
| Weak bitch, interscope be paying you to sleep
| Meanwhile I’m the one bitch they praying you could beat.
| And to be honest, well, I really wanted to like you.
| But you ugly and you lame and your flows all recycled
| And your broke ass was a broke bitch since a broke bitch was a broke bitch
| And I know some girls who knew you in like 06
| And they all say you was wild gay and wild lame and considering
| You fucked anything, bitch you fucking anything,
| I don’t have time for bitches who be fucking anything
| And they said you was never liked, and tryna buy love
| And to my surprise, well…. that didn’t surprise us
| Remember at the spotted pig? You was tryna stunt and floss
| And I was like, this bitch tryna pay me to get broken off
| Tell me why you really mad, sent a text the next day
| What kinda pussy shit is that?
| Bitches wish they could beat me, look at me, I just drop a ho
| And if I’m feeling froggy, I jump em like they Geronimo
| Bitch I’m on my level you looking like you just dropped a flow
| My flow so consistent you in and out like a stop and go
| Tell her she ain’t fucking with me, bitch you ain’t fucking with me
| I got that fire flow, my tonsils probably fucking crispy
| You weak and you done and were previously sonned
| By a bitch that’s too young and who got what you want
| And normally, I’m anti suicide
| But you can’t beat me, it’s your choice.
| Do or die.
| You weak Bitch
|Shut The Fuck Up