HOME WRECKER Lyrics

(Big M on the track)

(Big M on the track)

Gavin a faggot

All that food in his room, it's giving maggots

Add a few pounds to his weight, then subtract it

Stepped on the scale and then he went and cracked it

All them bagels in his apron, yeah, he packed it

Dropped a pen to McDonald's, yeah, he tracked it

Got a number two off the menu and unwrapped it

Speeding on the highway, he gon' crash it

Got a few extra candies in his compact

You can drive a few cars on his big back

Running to his room just to eat snacks

That's the true definition of a "Big back"

Stacking them calories, one by one

How your weight number giving megaton?

I think you mad 'cause you not the favorite son

I think you mad 'cause Cale's girl already won

Once did flips (once did flips)

No more tricks (no more tricks)

Built like a brick (built like a brick)

Your father is a prick (oh)

I'm eating you like a bag of your favorite chips

You don't want no smoke I keep the clips

I'll really take a trip just to kick you in the shit

Can't get no man, 'cause you're unfit

Yo body giving Biggie no I cannot lie

Yo skin giving pale and not Twilight

You think you're the shit, you not even the fart

Sorry, Ice Spice I stole your bar

You must be hungry, here's a treat

You listen to country, you is a geek

I'm shunning you out and that's the tea

Taylor and Mariah, I see what you mean

Yeah, I'm hitting the Quan on yo ass

Watch me do my little dance

What's the matter too much mass?

I'm a bad little bitch, everybody knows that

You a mad big bitch, and I know it for a fact

When it comes to a meal you don't know how to act

Yo back giving Box and yo stomach giving Jacked

I might tell a joke but I never tell a lie

By the end of this diss, I'll bet you'll go and cry

My pen game fly, here go a couple of fries

Tell yo ex man Sky, Big M said "Hi"

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