LiL G$G - COSTCO GUYS DISS TRACK Lyrics

Aye, GG back. I'm on the track. Aye, yo, skeet
Yo, oh, oh shit. Skrt, skrt, skrt
You're a bunch of Costco guys. You probably like men with big thick thighs
You're a bunch of Costco guys, going by your treadmill from Best Buy's

Your favorite thing to eat, be that chicken bake
Your older sister got a double chocolate cake
I be spitting bars like you know I'm MF Doom
Yeah, this fat track boutta bring the f*cking boom

And these rhymes have meaning and you know they ain't just nothing
My homie Big Justin, shoving down the muffins
Ate the whole buffet while I was at sizzler
I be pulling, yeah, yeah, I'm the f*cking rizzler

You ain't no Alpha. Yo, you're not a Sigma
Just like Tyler Blevins, you got f*cking Ligma
And I know with the diss, you're gonna feel a lot of pain
But I'ma clean it up and I ain't leave no stain. Big AJ

Aye, Big AJ, he a wrestler
He be kinda cringe, he drive a Tesla
I got stacks of cash and I still work out with tires
Career be bound to fail so I start revving up the Friars

I don't give a shit, you ain't gonna sue
You're too bitchy, I'm gonna poo
Aye
Doom Doom

Fat bassline
Oh
Here we go now
Built like a Minecraft Enderman
I cant rap
Aye, you ain't bring the boom
You ain't bring the f*cking boom

Only thing I do is bring the doom
You ain't bring the boom, you just go boom
You go boom cause I blow up your house
You go boom cause I blow up your house

You go boom cause I blow up your house
Say it with me, I will blow up your house
Aye