The real Bluey the song bird

Intro]
Blueface, clownin’ again, yeah
All that hype, all that stuntin’, let’s go
Facts loaded, let’s expose the truth

[Verse 1]
That ass so fake, boy, you look like a piggyback
Talkin’ bacon, but we know you rented that
Saved under “Clownface,” yeah, that’s your tag
All that fake dick-riding online, we just gag

You chase clout for one day, I chase real bars
You duck when I step up, hidin’ behind your cars
Go, Blueface, go, flop, flop, flop, ayy
Clownface, go, choke on your own props, ayy

Fresh out the hype, boy, can I put it plain?
All that talk ‘bout money, that’s just another joke
Talkin’ you fire, but we know it’s fake
Chasin’ girls for cameras, boy, give me a break

Stop runnin’ from facts, we know your stuntin’ ass
Claimin’ big moves, but they all a bypass
You play too much, sayin’ too much
We watch you flop, your whole act is bust

[Chorus]
Go, Blueface, go, flop, flop, flop
All that fake talk, yeah, we see the drop
Clownface, go, stuntin’ non-stop
This diss on replay ‘til your career drops

[Verse 2 – Snappy Punchlines]
That Blueface off-beat, yeah, your rhythm’s wack
Tryna make it work, but you always off track
“Thotiana”? More like “No-tiana,” that beat fall flat
You rap like you lost — GPS can’t get you back

You brag ‘bout bands, boy, your flex look rented
All that talk online, your stats got invented
Clout chasin’ clips? Nah, that timeline’s dented
Lyrics filler than your autotune — unpresented

Say you hard? Nah, your bars all soft
Talking big racks, but your bank account coughs
You stunt on camera, but it’s all for the ‘gram
I bring real bars — you bring flimsy scam

[Bridge]
Offbeat forever like it’s your signature
But we ain’t impressed, that’s the real picture
Your style a glitch, I’m the main fixture
Kings spit fire — your breath’s a blister

[Verse 3]
Talkin’ love, cameras, all that stuntin’ mess
I spit clear truth — your verses confess
You clowned on stage, yeah, the crowd seen through
They came for a show — they left like “Who?”

Tryna rap tough, but your voice get fraid
I roast on beat — you just blow in the braid
UFO dreams, you floatin’ in your lies
Dog kennel antics, yeah, we hear the cries

[Verse 4 – Final Punchlines]
Baby girls don’t chase clowns, they chase kings
I run the game, boy, you just pull strings
You stole a flow, I steal your crown
Big bag talk, boy, you broke in town

Shih Tzu energy, runnin’ scared
Clownface caught slippin’, caught unprepared
Mukbang flexin’? That’s your highlight reel
I’m the nightmare, yeah, I’m the real deal

Sayin’ too much? Nah, I say all
Your rap career? Yeah, it’s ‘bout to fall
Go, Blueface, go, clownin’ solo show
This diss track here, lettin’ everybody know

[Outro]
All that disrespect? Nah, we expose
Clown Blueface, everyone knows
Next time step up, think before you show
I’m the queen of this game, boy, that’s the flow

West Coast R&B Hiphop vibe female rapper Female singer