Responding to MCMIAG's diss. Get smoked. LYRICS: You thought that you was gonna do me just like Pusha did Adidon When I’m electrifyin’ and I’m ballin like I’m Elon While you is rockin’ cargo shorts and hanging with some Klingons?! Pussy, I don’t fuck wit peons Or clout chasers, dubious recon You bragged you had sex at a con They should call Funk Flex, I’m ‘bouta light up the bomb Gun you told me you was fuckin’, you was steady bustin’ nuts But you only fucked a dub in a ocean full of 1s Best not provoke me, because the choppa weigh a ton These bars dun got you sweatin’, swelterin’ in the hot sun Got Pinkie in my whip, and the bitch is sittin shotgun You ain’t spit no bars in ya diss, that shit is not fun If ponies was lookin for jokes, yeah, they got some Lookin for a goofy, yeah I told ‘em that I spot one Got a couple .40s that I’m holdin’, Imma cock some J. Free’s a real one, Benny boy, you are not one If I really got a child, I would like to see the proof Mane these claims is really wild, hittas know that I’m the truth Twistin’ in the knife, got fuckin’ surgical precison Philly ain’t claim you, not even clerical positions Where my baby mama at? Man, I swear that you be trippin This’ll make you walk it back, just like the hair that you be missin’ Ya shots was wack as fuck, just like the mares you claim you kissin’ Listened to ya beats for years and I ain’t hearin’ no progression. You ain’t dropped shit hot since Sugar Trap When cons see ya applications, they ain’t bookin’ that Wanna throw hooves, well watch out for the left hook I’ve watched the Birds since Brian was the famous Westbrook Sometimes I wonder what I gotta be nice for, M-C-M-I-A-G, what you lyin’ for? In Miami, get in free at LIV, while yo sloppy ass got turned down at the side door All the Joke I’m smokin’, lookin’ like I need some Visine Far as Cadance, you mistaken thinkin’ she my wifey Lame ass, understand the concept of a side piece? Like Grizzley said, I just made my lap that ho’s assigned seat Comin’ for my neck don’t change the fact my paper rising I just count the checks and I be shinin’ like some high beams Thunderous applause at my shows, like I struck lightning Don’t get in ya feelings ‘cause you got no hoes that’s riding You claim you bumpin’ X but only after homie died Said he was a one-hit wonder when the cat was still alive And I ain’t never had no OG You could say I do but it just be your way of coping Ya fuckin smellin like some fuckin dope fiends Was me and Treehugger chiefin under a Smoketree Said “fuck mcmiag,” blunt was burnin slowly Fake Muslim, you ain’t no Imam, you ain’t holy And quit talkin’ fuckin’ cap to me, any song I drop automatically a masterpiece Bodied you with 25, record of the academy You might be sendin’ shots, mu’fucka I’m throwin’ batteries Twitter: https://twitter.com/JFreeMusic1 SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/jfreepony