AP Freestyle

[Intro]
(gang shit no suburban bitch)
(amna is a bitch)

[Verse 1: Nickgurt]
(yeah) 1 mill a day im moving to hot you know I’m the king of this shit
Got so rich, I'm spending 20k on all of my fits
Both of them grew up in the burbs and talk about free tay-k
If you don't STFU about it I'm gonna have to get my ak
Slap yo bitchass we ain’t playin'
Y’all gay that’s what we sayin'
Don't push me to the limits
Let's see who really tryna get it
The way I be predicting facts I'm feeling this astrology shit
Cause I only say facts on tracks, getting co-signs like crazy, about time I cut off that bitch
Got them new Cartier glasses with a rollie to match with my whip
None of you can ever relate cause you are living off those CERB cheques
I spend that shit within an hour while you work a 9-5 for a couple of bills (bitch)

[Verse 2: Savage]
Push me to the limits
Wе in our bags, you get it?
Dripped out I might drown in this ice
All thеse dm requests but imma still respond cause I'm nice
Two twig bitches in the doc
Shordy be sucking my cock
They be bitching bout shit cause they do nun but talk
They both ugly as shit goddamn
Abuse the makeup till there ain't no makeup (no mo)
Nose piercings shit got them looking like Lil Peep
They belong to the streets

Verse 3: Savage]
Patrick think she fuckin' slick (yeah)
Joel shooting fuckin' bricks (still got A&P)
This is a diss track, not a song
I heard the streets is calling u fuckin' bitch
Switch up like a switch
Cause that's where you belong
All these merked up dudes be hitting u up even tho you're ugly as shit (friendly fire)
I’m being fr when I say that, cause even Joel won’t hit

Bitch got jammed in her head by a tranny
Got a bad bitch - run a battry
Told that bitch no cuz the streets was calling her home
Child support got her begging me like im a god from rome

{Verse 4: Nickgurt]
Yeah she's a cap artist (no cap)
Denying that she ain't a rat (she is)
But she knows it facts - scared of the fact that ria ran her pockets (always)
Keeps saying she slatt (but you know what I mean)
Tearing up actin all innocent, ran for her life, she scared as a bitch
Me and the homies stay true to the facts we never switch
Don't push me to the limits
This tec 9 will go through your head

[Verse 5: Savage:]
Yeah we got Glocks, drums, 9s, the 40s, knives, we up in this bitch
Yeah I get the cash, I do it quick
50, 60, 70, hundred's we up in this bitch
Yeah bitch, we dumb rich
Yeah these bitches do dumb shit
Shordy she nasty - she all on my dick
Bitches be ugly - they built like sticks
I got the sauce, nick got the beat
Amna she ugly, Pricitta is beat
Say that shit on repeat
Yeah i put you on straight heat
Yeah ur playlist is all me
Jam ur head that’s a body
All you do is say sorry
End of day in a Rari
Skrt skrt leave yo body
Ur man's name is Kamari (that nigga ugly)
(laugh)
Too fucking nice with this shit
Yall stay capping while we rich
(you thought I was done ahlie?)

[Verse 6: Nickgurt]
AP's on my, ain’t talking bout A and P cause they belong to the streets
Tracks so fire where you get all em beats
Sim be asking you for uber eats
Fake to the group, you switch up fast
No smoke with the “ria clash”
Both of them, you couldn't take it anymore
Cut the plug then regret it, what for?
Merked up dudes are hitting you up, they gotta be blind
Imma get them some Cartier glasses, slap a bitch he ain’t pay no mind
Money-making, after that bag, no fraud
You on their shopping sprees, mom's card
Never in the dusty trap don;t be on the tay k talk
Started crying when he said he finna block
Now you toxic n shit that’s a shock

[Verse 7: Savage]
Mad easily n shit for no reason
Talkback, finna get a fuckin' beating
(pussy)
This diss track we own yall bitches
Yeah we came up from rags to riches (*money sound*)
Joel got plenty of merked bitches
Samuel's mom is sending me kisses (mad)
With Joel, that’s a no-brainer
Patrick wants him, but he doesn’t claim her
Amtoj was mad bout the walks
This bitch was busy kicking them rocks
Both yall playas - don't even talk
Dissed ur asses, you can never come back
Dragging a dead body - yeah please relax
Sav and nick be counting these racks
U n yo bestie be getting smacked
Bitching on the internet with your bullshit talk
Sit down you anorexic shit, can’t walk
What a stick, this bitch is built like a mop
Disstrack wack, they can't even drop
Hold up, hold up, let’s backtrack
Writing apologies that’s all you can do (you suck at that)
Running for your life, while we are in school
Crying bitch, don't know what to do
Jam ur head in, the second body that's 2
Just know your diss track is all-cap (cap)
Ghosting, think you a celebrity is a wack (wack) (no cap)
Saying you can beat me in a race n can't run a lap (you slow)
Both of you are toxic and weird (weird bro)
Pricitta asked out Joel, started blushing, but he ain’t care (love no thot)
Both y'all flat as shit too, no taste in HB yutes
Stay crying in ur room (bitch) under a pillow, yeah that’s what you do
Yeah watch us blow up (facts on tracks)
Brampton driver you can’t even steer, hit a truck
Off the chutney, yeah bitch good luck
Makeup got both of you acting up
No game, that’s tough luck
The other one, she's calling people weird
Look in the mirror bitch (IS THAT A BEARD?)
Yeah you ugly bitches, stay capping in ur shit tracks
We are rappin' no rap cap
N we be trappin' no backstab
All slatt, but both yall flat