Generated Track (Gunnet diss)

[rapping] Hey, Guneet, move smart, don't

get yourself curved.

You been running your mouth, now

you touching a nerve.

Got your pops in my phone,

yeah, I saved that contact.

One WhatsApp away from exposing the

facts.

You think you got smoke, but

your flame running low.

Every time you step up, you

put on a show.

A circus act, a clown in

a knockoff fit.

Talking reckless online, but in person

you sit.

I don't chase, I don't beg,

I don't argue with kids.

I just document everything that Guneet

did.

I screenshots on deck, timestamps and

all.

One slip from you, and I'm

watching you fall.

You got a reputation, I got

evidence, though.

Keep testing my patience, see how

far this will go.

I gave you warnings, I gave

you the signs.

Now I'm putting your name in

permanent lines.

Got your dad's number.

Don't play with me, fam.

One print, run and milked on

her like a envy.

Now run a pan fifty where

my ho got stat number.

Colon await.

Now let's talk Fortnite since you

love bringing it up.

Every time we play, you the

first one to duck.

I drop Tilted, you land somewhere

safe on the map.

Avoiding the action, then you talking

like that.

Build mode, I'm moving like nobody's

watching.

Boxed you in silent while your

hands keep shaking.

Zero build mode and you still

getting air.

No excuses this time, no teammates

to share.

I've eliminated you so many times

in a row that your own

squad started putting you on low.

They don't invite you to scrims,

you're the weakest link.

Everyone knows it.

They just scared to say it,

I think.

Your stats embarrassing, your KD a

joke.

You stream sniping just to stay

relevant, bro.

Keep my name out your mouth

when you loading the game, or

I'm posting the clips and exposing

your shame.

Got your dad's number.

Don't play on me, fam.

One text and your whole life

get blown like a scan.

On Fortnite or real life, I'm

bladе, had her scammed.

Can be keep, now I'ma go

head fifty whеre my ho got

stat number.

Colon await.

You thought this was jokes.

Nah, this is different energy.

Pushing me wrong, I become your

worst enemy.

Father gets the message, the squad

gets the news.

Every group chat lit up, everybody

confused.

See, I move quiet.

I don't announce my moves.

By the time you find out,

I already proved that I was

ten steps ahead while you was

talking loud.

You a background character trying to

steal the crowd.

Let me paint you a picture

of hair, two ends.

Kind of declines, it's Sahilian, the

end ending.

I'm flakes and the wack on

till the net, what?

Chase dream, you got us.

No reason true.

Doesn't matter, still crying to nasty,

loud.

Ooh, feek, standard doctor.