[ intro]( lowered rumble,heavy tape hiss) From the dirty south side,Biscuit Vision steppin’ with the heat in the trunk,see y'all's tweets turn to smoke when the truth get sunk
[ Verse] You built a brand on the hurt,the internet chirp got y'all feedin’ that junk,now every post feelin’ lumped with the funk
I’m peelin back the curtain,your “Son of a Sinner” talk sound slick,the sinner got a script an the script look crunk,suckin on elites dicks,that's what you do,that's what you did,yous a dump ass trick,whole room knows, jelly rolls a pocket pussy, bent over, taking a strap on deep in the ass,you funny, Bunnies dildo,a tool,spit that dick out cha mouth you been suckin on,an give it back ta Bunnie,it ain't yours fool
“Need a Favor” won’t save you when the timeline start slippin, whole crowd see the act get unstrung
( 808 drops out,dark pad susepense ) Bunnie on the caption, baitin for likes, the comments got a memory, they sharp as knives
Every filter fade, when the real one's speak, the rumor mill grind never lets a costume survive
Biscuit Vision, Dirty south-side pressure,no velvet,no gloss,from the streets,for the streets,spittin truth, with a drumline knock
From “Save Me” to “Son of a Sinner,” I flip every title till the whole block talkin
Bunnie in the replies,the internet wild,real one's know when fake souls rock
I’m lettin’ that static ride on the bass,every bar hit hard when the timeline get rocked
You sang “Save Me” like a prayer,the socials say you love the circus when the pressure on,that’s ironic as hell,
I seen “Halfway to Hell” gettin quoted in the feed while the whole house framed like a fairytale
Bunnie movin, close to the clout,every side-eye screenshot turn the timeline into a courtroom spell
Dirty south side talk,Poets a live-wire, head shot every time I rhyme,“Need a Favor” can’t ring the bell
Y’all built a lane off pain,but the lane got potholes y'all's receipts got receipts
When the smoke clears,it’s just wordplay an echoes,diss track still walkin’.poets on beat spittin raw
keep them songs an smiles,i’m keepin’ aim on y'all, target on lock
( Silence ) ( Verse ) Dirty south side diss when the screen go dark,real ones know what y'all did, jelly sold out,bunnie helped out,use ta sell out shows,funny now,no shows,you sold out bro funny how shit played out,jelly roll over your soft, full of cream,it's funny how you sold out,funny bunnie sold you out,tossed you out, you got put out, an all you said, wuz,oh well, I'll just " Pop Another Pill " it's still Beverly hills where I'm at,yous the one that laid that track down,I Only Do Cocaine In " California".you still two steppin in the snow in Beverly hills where you're at bro? You are,ain't You jelly Roll? Yous just a hoe of the music industry, jelly roll overy,you sold out,went from sold out shows,sellin out shows,ta no shows,the whole room watchin,everyone knows how it played out,the room knows, jelly roll over " Bunnie Pimped your ass out ",yous Bunnies hoe,y'all's trash bro