180Secs (Lil Uzi Vert Diss)

[Verse 1]
All good just a week ago
You text my phone talking 'bout we just need us some hope
LOL, response is tight, we gon' shit on these folks
Now that was that now let me go change the scenery up
See it's been me against the World from the very beginning
Y'all try to go reprint my bloggers cause it's made up of winners
Yeah y'all suppose to be some men but I see the hills are switching
You let Tyree go tune you up now I'm gon' start up your engine
Transforming ass nigga, big dogs turn to culture vultures
Keep talking 'bout me it's just free promotion
I'm on the wave and I just ride the motions
Your gossiping and revolving doors and although it's been a minute, keep going
And I'm just walking right through it like I see, I see, I see
Y'all already hate yourself so now it's time to hate on me
Can't create themselves so they try to go and re-create me
I can give you a persona but for that I charge a fee
And you niggas ain't paying homage
They FaceTiming just to Dateline it
Making up stories like they had they own grapevines
For the record just cause that's yo mans that don't make it mine
And for the record I've been waiting on this a long time
To be honest I really had love for niggas
And say your loved ones be the first ones to go and getcha
Hold up wait, here's the part where the beat switches up
I'mma show you how to chop a whole friend up

[Verse 2]
Watch a young boy get flamed up
They see the heavy like brench truck
That's how you feel about the set nigga
I'll turn your life into a mean boy
I'm going Forbes 30 under 30
Imagine when I even hit thirty
Thirty rounds for them dirty niggas
This that fuck ya momma have your brother missing
Deion Sanders when it's showtime
I'm the Kevin Nash to ya Big Show
Put you on your fucking neck nigga
Reese Flair with the figure four
See I'm on, what the beat go yeah
Cookie on so you know I had to eat so
Yeah, your bitch she give me that deepthroat
Yeah, I just shoot like a freethrow
Yeah, dunk your shit like Vince Carter
Running through the city like a martyr
Niggas not from really anywhere
You was born up on the internet
That nigga connect 'bout his WiFi
You ain't never even really seen a trap
Niggas be rapping like they Tony
When they really just a little pink pony
Might just throw yourself a tip bitch
I reach, 'bout to make a mil shit
Now Reece gon' make a drill shit
They thought I really couldn't rap shit
Go to code, fix on some rap shit
Say they run the town but I lap shit
VVS' on my neck
You rock that made in the lab shit

[Hook]
You took my shit and you pawned it, yeah, I need that back cause I own it, yeah
I need another opponent, yeah, watch how I switch up on 'em, yeah
You ain't even made a million off your talents
How you think you fresh nigga, when your bitch is your stylist?
You took my shit and you pawned it, yeah, I need that back cause I own it, yeah
I need another opponent, yeah, watch how I switch up on 'em, yeah
You ain't even made a million off your talents
How you think you fresh nigga, when your bitch is your stylist?