A little boy Titus, Mr, Titus part 2

Had it fuckin comin, been workin in the stu

I just hit a two piece, back to back ya know

He just hit a doobie, after that ya know

You had it fuckin comin lil bitch

You had it fuckin comin lil bitch

I was ready for ya shit

I was fuckin ready for ya shit

I don't really care if it's clout I deserve

I don't really care if you see me, I'm reserved

You had it fuckin comin lil bitch

You had it fuckin comin lil bitch

Ay ay ay

Thought you had it won, but I'm comin with that clapback

This ain't no truce, this ain't 06 wit no SnapBack

Say it like my coach, this is Kyrie wit that snatch back

And shoutout to my homies who promoted it on Snapchat

So backtrack, Kay ain't really care, she just wanted one big snack bag

Back back, take it back to my last track

Had you in ya feelings, RSPed wit a whack track

A fat ass, who the fuck it sound like, sound like u and yo rashed ass

How them 0s taste, 0 minutes, 0 points

0 comebacks, 0 anything, I'm breaking joints

Mr. Titus part 1 then it's Flix I'm making noise

Collect the bag, you don't know, I'm the diss god

And who the fuck is you, just a wannabe 6 god

This guy got me real sleep, I'm asleep

This man kissed another man on the cheek

He want some dick under the sheets

I ain't judging just be free

But don't ever come at me

You got ya people shittalkin never on yo own

I deal it one on one, but you'll never come alone

So contemplate ya energy fore you calling my phone

And watch ya fuckin tone, I drop bangers on ya dome

How you droppin 40 without goin in the game

I did it for the fame, now they call me Mr Wayne

On that live video, but no one linkin up

And no one hittin join, cuz ya boy ain't thinkin love

I could hit em that 10 and see yo ass taken out

They got me when I vent, nah I ain't playin now

And talkin bout my plays man fuck you and yo plays

I hit 238, shit that takes you fuckin days

Hol up wait a minute

I ant fuckin finished

I just want some recognition

Fuck all you recoomendin

I got bucks that I be spendin

I'm the captain, no Leauitenant

Mr Titus Part 2 all they heads is fuckin spinnin

We still winnin

I'm going back to back

I'm going plat to plaque

This a diss track

I'm goin back to that

Said I fell off

I needed that

Laugh at that I get the bag

I get the stacks and the acts

But not the tats

In full attack

Please just relax

Start of the dash

End of the bash

Top of my class

I'm outta reach

How do I teach

This to y'all

Beast from the East

I gotta feast

I gotta eat

I don't take 2s, I take 3s

I'm 3 for 3

I'm on some heat

Y'all gotta breathe

Under the tree

Gift Boxes B3N

There Nobody in this bitch who be fuckin catchin up to me

Ay drop the opps

39 locked

3 songs

Climbed up to top

This the third, Issa bop

I'm dodgin dues nonstop

She playin dudes nonstop

I'm breakin truces on opps

He snoopin and troopin it feels like they loopin

he swear that he hoopin cuz he black and new and

He hopin he hopin but little he knowin that this is his moment

So take it and grow it

And stop all the posin, the postin, the media

Ya greedy huh, meet me up, I'll see ya up, then beat ya up

Louder and crowder, and I got the power

Cuz I'm strikin hard like the 24th hour

I devour the cowards, I stand for the towers

That world is ours, we gotta claim it

It's now or never

Remember forever

I'm clever whatever

I Still pull the lever

Yeah

you poppin kisses to boys

Im dropping disses to boys

I do not miss so enjoy

Take a fist for the boy

You just be runnin, we chasing and gunnin

We stuntin and huntin

We paced it y'all lovin'

ran to 7/11 and prayed up to heaven

But now you regret it and got killed by hitta named Kevin

I'm going back to back

I'm going plat to plaque

This the diss track

I'm goin back to that

Said I fell off

I laugh at that

Man

I got the bag

I got the stacks and the acts

But not the tats

In full attack

Please just relax

Start of the dash

End of the bash

I'm outta reach

How do I teach

This to y'all

Beast from the East

I gotta feast

I gotta eat

I don't take 2s, I take 3s

I'm 3 for 3

I'm on some heat

Y'all gotta breathe

Under the tree

Gift Boxes B3N

There Nobody in this bitch who be fuckin catchin up to me

Goin for real because I want a deal

How to appeal to the people who kill

I'd beat you here

I'd beat you there

Cross you up like a bear in the crosshairs

Said you don't care

But that's really rare

You drop the jersey number that you wear (0!)

This isn't fair

This an affair

Evan done dropped you and had the fans stare

You got no answer

I am a cancer

Now you know this

Don't fuck wit a Lancer

To the people votin no

Y'all not goin wit a bro

Bring the 39 to the end

And just drop some shit again

Man

Damn Ben

I don't want you talkin on my title

This shit vital

I go viral

really seemin like a cycle

Not my rival

I'm entitled

To survival

You not gettin no

Revival

Fuh friend zone with Carsyn

Then Kayla Parsons

Put you aside now I'm Closing the margin

Spartan, James Harden you cannot guard it

KayZe departing

On a deadloccs, I got shootas every block

They on watch

So don't step into my town

Less you tryna catch a shot

This the plot

Drop the diss

39 God

We gon see how much they rot

Man

Imma drop the album so y'all see just why I got

I'm going back to back

I'm going plat to plaque

This the diss track

I'm goin back to that

Said I fell off

I laugh at that

I needed that

I got the bag

I got the stacks and the acts

But not the tats

In full attack

Please just relax

Start of the dash

End of the bash