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    J Molley responds to Big Hash’s diss

    J Molley responds to Big Hash’s diss

    It’s getting hot between the two SA rappers, and .

    After Hash’s diss to J Molley in a freestyle on Friday, J Molley didn’t take a chill pill as he responded to the diss.

    J Molley shared the art cover to his diss track to Big Hash.

    Check out the lyrics below and click here to listen to the song.

    LYRICS

    Wake up to twitter once again Molley trending for a bitch
    I’m not bitter just never thought hash was
    the next on my list
    In mommy’s whip spitting some kiddy’s shit got all the kiddies lit
    Publicity got little biggie lit I’m riky with the shit

    You must have amnesia you crying bout children
    I’m fucking with woman that cash in on millions
    Hold up Molley boy you do not have to kill him
    Man I made the kid so I do not see a difference

    You Spitting stats and they ain’t accurate making me look inadequate
    Like I ain’t done immaculate
    like your numbers be lapping it
    You owe rappers boy I’m a C.E.O to rappers
    I rep my shit with a passion I’m wearing it like it’s fashion

    Wrap him up and body bag him give the body to the trash man
    Only time you’ll see me throwing hash up in the trash can
    You took a break from music for a bitch you didn’t fuck
    I Heard anatii thinks you’re weird and that’s why nyani ain’t gon drop

    You my son, I brought you up how you gon try bring me down
    Must’ve forgot back at RawX boy you done slept on my couch
    Living off features got you demons I know nothing about
    The prince & king so I guess I just gotta to Hiere this shit out

    Full ownership got full percent of all my money and shit 
    I heard you get 20 percent when all the money get split
    You came up broke and hungry spending weeks at everyone’s crib
    All of the videos when you was some neverbroke shit
    Ain’t no cap in my rap you know I spit the truest of shit
    They used to call you the black Molley you came up on my shit 
    Why you capping like all gangter shit  is really legit
    Got shit on you I know could really have you dead in the pits

    You a rat & all you do is follow cheese
    Your lucky chilling with Reece got you up a couple degrees
    I never needed no co-signing from nobody but me
    Ain’t forget how you told me all your relations make belief
    how you got em on your songs just for a card up your sleeve
    I mean sheesh, sad you had to sell Inner peace for a piece
    Ain’t you just drop, how the fuck they got Molley shit on repeat
    Is it the size of your shoe or me cause I’m
    smellin defeat

    I’m making sense why the whip yall move in look like a hearse
    I’m your pops I gotta show you that it come with a curse
    Know the warranty on your words do not cover returns
    Plus your debt to your uncle Riky better check what you earn

    Man a lot yall daps they aint even worth the catch 
    In person never that bold but you always typing in caps
    Youngin all we ever smoking here is the of biggest hash
    Bigger camp, bigger bag it don’t get better than facts

    That coffin that you said you had might be big enough for two
    I brought a casket to sway that fitted bout 50 of you
    Whatever happened to Riky puttin a milly on you?
    Howcome you tryna come at us when labels stealing from you
    Howcome you never hot headed when we chillin with you?
    You treating this like it was me who went out reaching for you
    Been outta reach since your wave was still itty bitty and new
    Dont let all of that young shit turn you into some old news

    Wouldive bodied me up on Sway? even on Sway i wreckd you
    Funny how everybody was cool with that shit except you
    We got your theory kid, but in theory I deaded you loose
    I bodied you bout twice before, so now you double dead blue

    Your tanking soldier boy I just snapped you into two
    All these public statements on twitter man how hiphop of you
    Ironic how my numbers on that sway shit got 8 miles on you
    Funny how you pulled the race card, that’s even shady for you
    I told you I’m really bad, I just moonwalked on you, ya bitch !

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