Golden Eye

Uh (Hahahaha)

They done let that **** off that casting couch (They lettin' the **** out the fuckin' basement)

Slide through the kitchen and shit, yeah (Stupid-ass ****)

Johnson and Johnson

Hoey should've got get-back on Troy and ain't say shit

Heard he out here beggin' for Dot, I let the K spit

Get smacked down thinkin' we wrestlin' with all them Ray flips

Lil' shots ain't hurt Vaughn Wick, I'm in the matrix

Electrician Hoey out here flexin' with his Power check

Have that **** pushin' up daisies in some flower-sets

You troopin' with this ****, then why y'all ain't deploy?

I heard you was slidin' on Diddy, but won't slide for your— mm

I was signed for five years and got blocked by COVID (Fact)

You was signed for like twenty and still ain't got motion (Fact)

You had legends in your corner and still turned out boneless

Just a Forbes list missed with a Bad Boy bonus

Look, CJ got no hit (No), Kirk got no hit (No)

You ain't got no hits, so Pro Era don't exist

TDE East, ****, ain't that 'bout the bitch?

You got a label full of artists every blog post skip (On God)

I'm a D1 crashout, I'm dummy as it gets

Indian street food, a **** made it off the risk

A **** made it out of will, but my name ain't Jaden Smith (Mm)

Thinkin' I ain't got his number, bitch, he authorized the hit (Doot-doot-doot)

Sus words always comin' from your lips

If you're standin' next to Diddy, then you shouldn't mention dick

'Cause if they ever show that footage, you gon' have to plead the Fifth

I'm the **** you should dread, I'm on your head, I'm Vaughn Wick

Them gay lines is out of pocket, I ain't never been to Diddy house

Serayah gon' be shocked when all that footage out

Couldn't get a Grammy and said, "Fuck it, ****, put me on that casting couch"

That's the type of dick-lickin' shit you should be rappin' 'bout (Bad Boy)

Big TDE, what you know 'bout me? (You might be Jo-Vaughn, but you ain't Ray Vaughn, shut the fuck up)

Gas tank on E, RV been a crashout

**** tucked his tail in the Troy Ave beef (Finna crash out like the Twin Towers, ****)

Now a **** talk street, but his credit is maxed out (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Rap for twenty years, still ain't made big three (**** been in this bitch for like twenty years and ain't in no big-three convo)

Now he went to TV 'cause in New York, you a cast-out

Couldn't get a verse from the H-O-V (You a motherfuckin' freak-off list, ****)

Now you at Diddy house and you puttin' your back down

With the clout chasin', going after Dot for the control

Fuck the clout chasin', ****, why you givin' up your hole?

Oh, you a badass, a bad boy, there he go

Tryna cook up fake beef 'cause Puffy call you Sloppy Joe?

Fuck it, I'll be the Kendrick copy (Copy)

****, that's better than bukkakes (Bitch)

You Diddy's sidekick, how you got somethin' to say?

At the freak-off for a week and you was callin' me gay?

Before the Spice, it was Tekashi and where was you at? (Where was you at?)

Troy Ave entered the chat, ****, where was you at? (Where was you at?)

You wasn't tryna save New York and put that shit on your back

It took a California **** just to get you to rap (Fah, fah, fah, fah)

40 pokin' out like pegs on a Mongoose, I can handle bars

You been rappin' twenty years straight, you work for Santa Claus

Secret handshakes and baby oil, yeah, we saw that

That's what he meant when he was sayin' he with all that

Lightyears ahead, your name buzzin' 'cause of mine

Last time we gave a fuck 'bout you was 1999 (1999)

If I aim at your big apple, change his New York state of mind

**** playin' with your name, that don't mean you play with mines, pussy

I know a guy that know a guy from Brooklyn sides

That said you ran from real demands and wouldn't slide, why?

****, you was 'posed to shoot like GoldenEye

You at the crib with ocean eyes, you should've put 'em close to God

But you not like that, the fuck made you think you close to Vaughn?

I see that in your posture, you get posterized

CJ Fly dropped a diss too, damn, for Pete's sake, post the guy

Pro Era like a drive-thru speaker, broke and fried

Just the old-ass **** gettin' mad at the up-and-comin' (Up-and-comin')

I revived your rap career, I'm why Joey buzzin' (Fuckin' right)

**** thought he was unique when he clearly wasn't (Nah)

Had them matchin' haircuts, I know they up to somethin'

Big TDE, what you know 'bout me?

Gas tank on E, RV been a crashout

Couldn't get a verse from the H-O-V

Now you at Diddy house and you puttin' your back down