Battle of Mid

[Part I]

[Intro]
Yeah
Dun, dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun
That’s that shit
(cxsar)
Alright, watch this
Yeah

[Verse]
Yuno Miles a bitch, that nigga smell like piss
I wouldn’t doubt bro if he said he swindles kids
I’m just playin’, he ain’t got it like EDP
I’ma get you from the back ‘til I make you scream
I know he gonna regret dissing me
Yeah, Pearl Harbor, Hiroshima
I was at Rolling Loud, couldn’t see ya’
The EP was shit, yeah we need a cleaner
I know for a fact that everyone regrets your features
Uh, you black as hell
Nasty as hell
You monke—

[Outro]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, alright, that was top five worst things I’ve ever done in my life

[Part II]

[Intro]
S- s- s- s- s- switch-up
Not gonna lie, I think you motherfuckers really forgot it says rapper/songwriter when you search my name on Google
I have no idea why that’s there
Uh, yeah, do your research
Read about me, boy
Yeah, uh

[Refrain]
Hop in the Benz, it got stars in the roof
Hop in the Benz, it got stars in the roof
Hop in the Benz, it got stars in the roof
Hop in the Benz, it got stars in the roof
Lean in my Sprite, or that shit don’t taste right
Lean in my Sprite, or that shit don’t taste right
Lean in my Sprite, or that shit don’t taste right
Lean in my Sprite, or that shit don’t taste right

[Verse]
We heard that you snitched on your boy, I just lied
Your shit is garbage and I won’t say it twice
Your homie a retard, he sound like he schiz’
You’re wearing the mask ‘cause you know you’re a bitch
At the end of the day, we know it’s all love
You gotta think twice when you dissin’ me, bruh
I’m talking ‘bout lean but I never touched drugs
Just realized I’m dirty, I don’t even scrub
My ass
Two tone flash
Balarke, go get the bag
Yuno Miles never had the cash
We can tell by the fits, they trash
The shirt and the pants don’t match
The flow and the lyrics is bad
Your new EP was trash
Your new brand-new song was trash
Your diss on me was trash
Kinda made me laugh, though
Your bank account looking kinda sad, though
Your auntie that you dissed in my phone, bro
Yeah, I’m hopping out ill, I’m ‘bout to sneeze
The most I’ve seen you spend is on caprese
I’ll have you niggas begging on ya’ knees

[Outro]
What? Wait, wait- wait, not like that, brother
Ok, no, but all jokes aside, how the fuck do you pay 4.6K for food but dress like you would chase me and harass me for 1 dollar and 50 cents for a Backwood?
And please do not go on tour, keep that shit in your country for the love of God
Shoutout to Yuno Miles, though, bro