Free AI Diss Track Generator Online

You said you got them millions, bitch, where it at?

Talking big on my deck, now you just a copycat

Took my dreams, then you ran, tried to flex that

Call it venture, but you vulture, I see through that

Swear you solid, but you folded, fuck a contract

Now you out here with my blueprints, get your own stacks

I was up late, grinding, you just scheming, bro

Pinned my hopes on your handshake, guess I moved too slow

Promised funds, but you vanished like a ghost, though

Next thing I know, you stealing from my portfolio

All them numbers, all them zeros, was it all for show?

Told my team, "We good," now we back below

Tried to push, tried to trust, now it’s "fuck that"

Never sign unless it’s ink, now I learned that

Swiped my hustle, bit my pitch, that’s a bold move

Same design, same mission, thought I wouldn’t catch the groove?

You walking ‘round like a boss, but you lost, fool

Real ones recognize, whole block see you not cool

I built it brick by brick, you on screenshots

Lip service, missed service, bitch, you just a thief, watch

You said you got them millions, bitch, where it at?

Talking big on my deck, now you just a copycat

Took my dreams, then you ran, tried to flex that

Call it venture, but you vulture, I see through that

Swear you solid, but you folded, fuck a contract

Now you out here with my blueprints, get your own stacks

It’s war, I ain’t letting shit slide, nah

Heard your funding came up short, I ain’t surprised, ha

Had the pitch, had the vision, you ain’t built, nah

Tryna stunt in my lane, get your own car

Heard your rollout, weak as fuck, nothing lands right

You just mimic, lack soul, can’t brand right

Tried to switch up the name, but I see design

From the code to the logo, every color line

Had the nerve to hit my phone, talking like we friends

After you stabbed me in the back, bitch, that’s where it ends

Tried to play me, but I win in the long run

Proof in the user base, check who really strong, son

Real story, grind heavy, that’s my narrative

Fuck your twice-faked smile, whole team not comparative

You said you got them millions, bitch, where it at?

Talking big on my deck, now you just a copycat

Took my dreams, then you ran, tried to flex that

Call it venture, but you vulture, I see through that

Swear you solid, but you folded, fuck a contract

Now you out here with my blueprints, get your own stacks

I rose out the mud, you just scrolled through

Can’t copy drive, can’t clone how I pull through

Millions in my vision, I don’t need you

Copycat bitch, the streets gon’ see you

You said you got them millions, bitch, where it at?

You said you got them millions, bitch, where it at?

You said you got them millions, bitch, where it at?

You flex numbers, bitch, that growth is fake,

Bots in your chat, every move you make,

Stole my whole flow, now you claim it’s fate,

On god, you ride trends, but can’t create,

Fuck your clout, all your likes are bait,

Stealing my shit, got you living irate,

Act like a goat, but you food on my plate,

Popping that lip, till I seal your fate.

Scroll through your feed, just to see myself,

Mirror my grind, but you lack that stealth,

You stream my moves, try to boost your wealth,

But I’m cut different, that’s real, not stealth,

Ten-thousand subs from a Russian farm,

DMs full of thirst traps, selling charm,

Troll in my chat, tryna do me harm,

But I ban that bitch with a raise of my arm,

Say you organic, but your roots are dead,

Lie so much you believe what you said,

I drop bombs, hear the words you dread,

You a mask with a bot, I’m a god instead,

Every trend you ape, I did it last week,

You can't fake skill, ain't no mystique,

Shots in the dark but you never unique,

Playing my reruns, I’m the highlight you seek.

You flex numbers, bitch, that growth is fake,

Bots in your chat, every move you make,

Stole my whole flow, now you claim it’s fate,

On god, you ride trends, but can’t create,

Fuck your clout, all your likes are bait,

Stealing my shit, got you living irate,

Act like a goat, but you food on my plate,

Popping that lip, till I seal your fate.

Yeah, chat full of trolls, but I’m winning the war,

You buyin' all bots, but I’m raising the score,

Why you so pressed? I can tell you sore,

You feignin’ for views on a digital floor,

Imitation bitch, you a makeshift clone,

Turn that cap off, get a style of your own,

Every raid, every game—it’s a preset zone,

Drop my name in your mouth, got you deep in the zone,

You broke the code so I crash your stream,

Left you exposed, ain't no joining my team,

Chasing my words, you just live in my meme,

Even your “wins” is a sorry-ass scheme,

Next time you copy, at least show respect,

I’m the whole meal, you a side-effect,

I bury this punk, I collect my check,

Put your corpse on stream, let the world dissect.

You flex numbers, bitch, that growth is fake,

Bots in your chat, every move you make,

Stole my whole flow, now you claim it’s fate,

On god, you ride trends, but can’t create,

Fuck your clout, all your likes are bait,

Stealing my shit, got you living irate,

Act like a goat, but you food on my plate,

Popping that lip, till I seal your fate.

Say my name in the tags, run those metrics up,

Just remember who fed you, who filled your cup,

Ain’t no peace in this game till I run you out,

Keep talking that number shit, I’ll make you count.