Lyrics

Ayo…
This ain’t even personal no more.
Dylon, you brought this on yourself, bro.

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Dylon’s a btch, yeah I said it with my chest (Yeah)
Talk behind my back, but he quiet when I text (Facts)
Flexin’ like a king, but he fold under stress
Tried to play me once, now I treat him like the rest (Uh)
Yeah, Dylon’s a btch, that’s the talk in the town (Haha)
Always run his mouth, but he never come around
Lyin’ to the crew like we wouldn’t find out
Now he sittin’ all alone with that weak-ass clout

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Used to call you fam, now I call you a memory
Actin’ like a star, but you barely got energy
Talkin’ slick, but your life ain’t lit
Tryna move shady, I ain’t into that skit

Always got excuses, never got plans
Only show up when it benefits your hands
You a hater with a hoodie and a front row seat
Jealous of the shine, but afraid of the heat

Tried to stunt on me? That’s comedy
I been winnin’ while you stuck in apology
Mad ‘cause I’m next and I’m loud with the glow
And you just Dylon… bro, nobody knows

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Dylon’s a btch, yeah I said it with my chest
Talk behind my back, but he quiet when I text
Flexin’ like a king, but he fold under stress
Tried to play me once, now I treat him like the rest
Yeah, Dylon’s a btch, that’s the talk in the town
Always run his mouth, but he never come around
Lyin’ to the crew like we wouldn’t find out
Now he sittin’ all alone with that weak-ass clout

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You ghosted on the boys, but you post like you ballin’
Fake Gucci slides, and your followers stallin’
Blocked me on Snap? Man, that’s so high school
But I heard from your girl you still playin’ the fool

You the type to flex for a fake reaction
I’m the type to level up — no caption
No hate, bro, I’m just speakin’ facts
But if the shoe fits? Might wanna lace that

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I tried to keep it cool, I was real with you
But you move like a snake in designer shoes
Now it’s no more love, just distant views
Dylon who? Yeah, we all confused

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Dylon’s a b*tch, yeah I said it with my chest (with my chest)
Talk behind my back, but he quiet when I text (when I text)
Flexin’ like a king, but he fold under stress
Now he out the circle — yeah, who’s next?