Poptart Gooner

[verse]

Yo, Poptart Gooner, you a lame ass fool,

Looking like a snack, but you ain't got no tools.

Wanna flex on the ‘Gram, but we know you a punk,

Five-three, two hundred, just a thick-ass junk.

In your mama's basement, living life like a creep,

Typing on your PC, man, you ain't losing sleep.

Chasin' down them digits, but you never gon' score,

Cuz your game’s all whack, no one wants you, for sure.

You out here with Peter, tryna play with your dog,

But we know deep down, you just a fucking fraud.

Call you out, lil' bitch, with your love for them men,

But I’m the real deal, I’m the one you can’t stand.

[chorus]

'Cause I’m flexin’ on you, yeah, my flow’s heavyweight,

While you sit back, trippin', full of GMO hate.

Your whole life’s a joke, it’s a tragic sitcom,

I’m the king in this game, you a pawn, just a bum.

Tryna come for me, better step your shit up,

Cuz Poptart Gooner’s just a pup in the back, bruh.

[verse]

Look at you, homie, can’t even bench ten,

I lift bars, I spit hard, not a bitch, I’m a man.

You be trollin' online, but we know you a fake,

Always checkin’ the dick pics, man, that’s your fate.

You think you can step, but you just a soft stack,

Talkin' big game, but you really holdin’ back.

So take your lil’ shorts and your 200 pounds,

While I run this whole game, yeah, I wear the crowns.

Poptart Gooner, you can never compare,

When I step to the mic, I’m the truth, you just air.

Bitch, I’m ruthless, ain’t no love in this beef,

You a meme, just a joke, can’t find no relief.

[chorus]

So go back to Peter, and your sad little life,

Leave this throne for the kings, man, you just a knife.

Yeah, I’m back on my grind, I’m the one that they fear,

While you keep playing fetch, just a mutt outta here.

Poptart Gooner, got your ass in a twist,

This diss hit hard, boy, you know you can’t resist.