Lyrics

[Intro – Kendrick-Style Voice]
Yeah…
Ooh, you 4'11 talkin’ 6-foot ego?
Same height as Elfira but actin' like Escobar?
That’s wild.
(Let’s get it…)
Haha!
[Verse 1 – Flow Switches & Pop Culture Punches]
Boy, you 4’11, lookin’ like you need a booster,
Tryna stand tall but your stats read "user loser",
Talkin’ like Tony from Narcos, but you Pablo-fake,
Only blow you catch is a loss at the poker stake.
Same height as Elfira, that's facts not slander,
You got cast in Snow White but missed the damn banner.
Tryna cosplay Yeat with the hypebeast drip,
But you built like a TikTok skit that don’t hit.
Used to flex MLBB like you savin’ the lobby,
Now you washed up bad, like Ezreal without a hobby,
You the type to spam “Rank?” then rage when it flops,
Old legend turned bot — uninstall, call the ops.
[Hook – Chant & Layered Vocals]
SMALL TALK—run your mouth like it’s tall talk,
Big cap—7 inch? that’s a Photoshop.
SMALL TALK—you ain’t real, you just role-play,
Chopped out the pic, like Ye in his ghost phase.
SMALL TALK—dressed like a GTA thug,
Basketball shorts, but can’t even mug.
SMALL TALK—got no stats, got no wins,
Snow White said: “He ain’t one of my dwarfs again.”
[Verse 2 – Kendrick Style Switchup / Vicious Lines]
Talkin’ tough like you Naruto in Sage Mode,
But your punch hit like Sakura — that shit fake, bro.
You be ghostin' all plans like a Snapchat streak,
Then show up with no cash, tryna act mystique.
Say you pack seven inches — that edit’s tragic,
Zoom in close — JPEG magic.
Low-res lies, bro, that’s a Canva crime,
Your dick pic got more filters than an Instagram dime.
Say you the king? Bro, you Zoro when he’s lost,
Weakest in the crew, but you flex like a boss.
WWE bark, but you flinch on a bump,
Talkin’ like Roman, but you roll like a chump.
[Hook – Chorus with Pop Culture Backing]
SMALL TALK—run your mouth like it’s tall talk,
Drake energy, but without the chart walk.
SMALL TALK—you got dreams but no range,
You a Certified L in a CLB frame.
SMALL TALK—Mike Tyson with the lisp,
But you fight like Chibong Lee throwin' a wrist.
SMALL TALK—fake flex, fake muscle,
Short fuse Yves with that softcore hustle.
[Bridge – Slow Burn Kendrick Build]
You ain't gangsta, you just dress like the update patch,
Basketball shorts, Air Force 1s — mismatch.
Screamin' “I’m real” like you deep in your arc,
But your whole style’s filler like Boruto’s spark.
You ghost the crew like a side quest failed,
Then blow your cash like Floyd at a strip club jail.
No honor, no code — this ain't One Piece lore,
You the type of pirate that gets clowned at the shore.
[Final Hook – Closer, Mocking Energy]
SMALL TALK—ain’t nobody scared of Yves,
SMALL TALK—you got left off the seven dwarfs’ team.
SMALL TALK—you the typo on the dream sheet,
SMALL TALK—this roast run seven leagues deep.
SMALL TALK—tiny fists with a weak bark,
SMALL TALK—you dress loud ‘cause your soul dark.
SMALL TALK—this your diss, this your death mark,
SMALL TALK—next time talk tall, bring a step chart.
[Outro]
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