Aff, the royalty trembled
(Fränzê on the scene, ho)
Ayy Fränzê on the scene, ho
Bitch blow, shit hits the fan, you already know
"Let's praise the baby so he doesn't do his show"
And remember that he only knows how to edit photos
His first work should be banned for theft, it's a crime
Lack of character was visible throughout his career, lying
He thinks he creates ideas, he only imitates famous artists
Hard work isn't that hard, he's not even trying
"The psychedelic NBV was made to inspire"
Pop ain't the same and maybe you're no longer king
The industry is changing and you're old here
Call me a bitch and didn't you teach me that twice?
Pay the price, ride or die, I'm cold as ice
Crybaby, this time there's no need to run
Another copy to be released is already done
He cries a lot when he is not above
And he gets stressed because I fuck his ass with my gun
One big exposure and you won't be able to handle the pressure
But we know you're not good at confession
I put 50 kilos of pussy on the table, action
There are many answers to plagiarism questions
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, my health is good
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, I love to destroy you
We know how much you regret your desires
You soiled your soul and blood in hell on fire
Crybaby dumb, crybaby dumb, crybaby dumb
Crybaby dumb, crybaby dumb, crybaby dumb
Let's go back to 2022 when you went crazy
Kelly warned and no one had the courage
Copying his idea with your empty story, goddamn
Even the day and month of release was the same, ho
I WATCH YOU WATCH ME
We know this is a diss for you, Jeff this is going to hurt you
Couldn't forget to put the trap, keep an eye on Triangle
On the road to hell you were copying the genres and samples
It was impressive to see HTH being the trash version of HIS STORY
You don't face your flaws head on, it's very harder
How come Marcelo didn't ban you for the biggest copy in history?
Maybe he was afraid you'd cry out of misery, bitch
You fought with everyone, now the Saint has put away his gun
You think it's a reference, but ask your colleagues
But if you feel sick, call the ambulance
This song is not for you, it's about you, preferences
You only know how to use your numbers to hit me back
Accusing me of abandoning albums, you also reset
Your career only exists because of the one and only Blacksmith
We see your open wound when we say his name, bitch
Your last album was produced by him, if not it would be another flop
Like when you tried on another album, but managed to flop pop
The first copied famous artists
The second LB produced masterfully, ayy
The third no one remembers, it was shit, ayy
The fourth the biggest flop of the career, ayy
The fifth looks like President B, only insults, ayy
The sixth is more confusing than the fifth, ayy
The seventh didn't work out, because it doesn't have LB, ayy
The eighth is a copy but doesn't do the same, ayy
The ninth is a failed attempt, ayy
The tenth is to thank your ex-friend, ayy
Crybaby dumb, crybaby dumb, crybaby dumb
Crybaby dumb, crybaby dumb, crybaby dumb
You act like a badass by answering me in the Chat
But we know you're crying on your pillow in fear
Exposing your copies and destroying this bitch, run fast
It's not worth having #1 copying, without any ideas
Edit photos, because your writing is not the best
I only released an album making you nervous, the quest
I don't need your approval, because you're no good for me
Imagine the outburst when you see that Lindy is my friend
Rebecca died and it's been so many years (yes, she died)
You survived by copying so many ideas (ayy)
If Beyoncé finds out, she'll sue you
A disgrace to our nation, Brazil doesn't love you (ayy, she doesn't)
I'm far from you, blow up the Grinder
Some rivers could fill with your crying
Marcelo put up with so many complaints, poor thing
You're a coward and you'll keep denying it
You freaked out because of an AFF, only truths
You're a piece of shit in the sewer, your envy stinks
Mm
Mm-mm
Copy man, copy man, copy man (Mm)
Copy man, copy man, copy
He thinks he's great, but he's a fraud
He thinks he's great, but he's a fraud
Ba-ba-baby, the baby will cry
Ba-ba-baby, the baby will cry
He thinks he's great, but he's a fraud
He thinks he's great, but he's a fraud
Ba-ba-baby, the baby will cry
Ba-ba-baby, the baby will cry
Will not announce his departure (departure)
His departure (departure)
He has fame, but no quality
He has fame, but no quality
