Miss Mulatto - Response Diss lyrics

Muthfucka say what!
Latto, let her know (stupid!)
You know how these folks talking
'bout they getting money
But ain't getting no money
(dummy!)
Talking 'bout they booking shows
But ain't booking no shows
(dummy!)
You wasn't talking 'bout nothing when
I touched down in Houston
(cause you know better ha, stupid!)

First thing first
(wassap?) when you grew some balls?
Stop playing
You couldn't even pick up the
Phone when I called
What I did in Houston
I dare you to pull that in the South
(Southside!)
Fifteen with fifteen bodies
My flow nasty like her draws
(ugh)
Lil' Thot-thot
(ugh)
How both of your parents in the crack pot?
(living)
Pipe down
'cause we both know you ain't
What you rap 'bout
(you a joke) you a joke
Tell your mama come work at my store
(I'll give you a job!)
Should've never quit her job just
To bring an L home
I'm too old; well
My little sister fourteen and she on go
(I swea' to)
I swear to God when we see you
Either one of us gone wipe your nose
I did a show... in your city
(I did) , and I left untouched (I did)
I'm the princess in the A
And the H; now wassap?
You ain't gone buck
(not at all)
And let's not get on your daddy (no)
That man really gay
(why?) , 'cause your mama a tranny
Already peeped, why her voice so deep?
I'm a beat this girl to sleep
Have her counting white sheep
Ooou, she talking hard; that
Lisp got her tripping
(stupid)
I'm a put some money on
Her head like she stripping
I know your daddy wrote it
Just tell me what he was sniffing
(crackhead)
I'm a put a dent in
Her chin like Peter Griffin
(stupid)
Yeah, she got me bent
(she got me bent) ; talking
'bout that she rich (girl
You's a lie)
Girl, they used your Rap Game
Check to pay the rent
('cause y'all broke)
Don't flex: you texted my
Phone talking 'bout "girl
Let's just be friends"
Really feel bad for the H
This who y'all let represent
By the way, you really soft
You cried in the Rap Game house like errday
(little crybaby)
And no
I didn't sign; I keep everything I make
(yes, I do)
Tell the truth, let's just be honest
They should've let you win that chain (why?)
'Cause I know you tired of asking
Johnny Dang to borrow bling
This is big ol' facts (big facts)
I'm finna call Defax (why?)
I would beat you up
But your mama already does that
She want beef? It's a plate (yeah)
Call me ugly? It's a hate (yeah)
And my heart might pump Kool-Aid
(yeah) 'cause sweet girls like you get ate
You only get booked
(uh-huh) when promoters can't afford me
Run this girl up out her
City like I did extortion
(I did)
Stomp her out and put her on
A shoe like she Jordan
I just killed this, baby
Like she did her abortion
(that's tea)

Ooou, no you didn't, yeah
Y'all know who I be
Folks get hard on Twitter
But can't pick up the phone
Really run my city (forreal)
The real Princess
That way
You really look up to me though
Tell the truth, yeah
I could be your mama, little girl
Stop playing with me
I ain't even finna call my
Daddy on your daddy
(for what?)
I can pay him myself
And I run the A, all the way to the H
(and your mama can get it too)
And I run the A, all the way to the H
(your little sister, your little brother)
Goofy!
Put a cape on 'em, bet they be Supa Mad