Jaz The Rapper vs. Gattas

Lyrics

[Round 1: Jaz The Rapper] If y'all don't remember how I does this... Good - I'mma remind you This my debut on Caffeine I'm 'bout to have a good time, too If you loved me last time, tonight, I'm that times two I work on my time to address bullshit when it's time to... [Crowd] And it's time to! [Jaz The Rapper] That Spanish puta exposed where I work and what got my pockets stable "Jaz a cop! Jaz a cop!" But that's not my label She gon' try to tell y'all lil' jokes and she gon' try to knock it wit' a fable So let's just put it all on the table Yeah, I'm a operator, but you gon' end up on the operating table! Fans was cryin' like, "This bitch wack! She dispatch!?" (*chk-chk*) Blow some holes in her And she gon' need this patched and this patched! I rocked rooms in Charlotte, London, Brooklyn What, y'all though I wouldn't get love in Cali? Shit, they gave me YG All y'all gon' see is Blood in Cali! Nigga, I turn 30 years old next month I'm not this little girl no more Y'all are so blinded I'mma do me I'll never speak, dress, or act to yo' likin' See, the "Jaz changed since she started fuckin'" jokes? I don't mind it But whoever mad that I lost my virginity!? Nigga, go find it! 'Cause yeah, I changed, but it was good for the better My foot up on the pedal My life like the Mario Bros.: the pipe took me to another level! I'm masked down, hoodied up Shit is not a game You bump pussies, I bump pussies We are not the same! I'm a cartridge-dumper I got a long gun I call "Gattas"... 'Cause the chopper fuck the rug up: it's a carpet-muncher! I'm offin' you I brought it all for you I'm all on you! Damn near stalkin' you! I ain't your neighbor Stranger danger: Young don't know who she talkin' to! Aye, Charisma Johnson, you know I'm a big dog, right? And you a little dog You like this to me Why the fuck she disappeared for five years? It's a mystery No matter what, Smack, this bitch is dead: chivalry Ain't tomorrow Halloween? It's only right I take Young out: "Trick-or-treat!" Aye, Drect! You got her 30'in' me? Like I'm a sucker? You'se a lyin' fucker So for that...BOW! I will put Charisma on D like Brian Pumper! I ain't even have to fully load the clip I got this bitch dumb hot! Your last name is Johnson, and Johnson, all I need is one shot! When we think of Gattas battles, we think Amy Miller, Looney Divine You was kickin' they ass But when I think about it, you was only kickin' they ass 'cause you was takin' bitches that's trash I came up bein' who to beat You was takin' bitches that wasn't good You YG, I'm KG I came in at 19 and they threw me to the Wolves! I came up beatin' buku names You was lookin' like the best, 'til you faced top-tiers, then you ain't look the same Chayna, Hustle, and Hart cooked you, then you quit for five years You should feel ashamed 'Cause the only clear win that you got, O'fficial (official) threw the game! But welcome back to URL, ho! This ain't GT Your community stay tryna cancel niggas...couldn't be me They said, "Watch what you say to them gays" Bitch, IDC 'Cause I don't care if you a LG or BT Those letters ain't stronger than AK or DE! I'll catch her lackin' when I slide We caught the fade She outta breath, the impact was amplified Y'all watch Squid Game? (Yeah!) Honey wasn't in shape: she got cracked and then she died! You gon' tell these corny-ass jokes and lay on this dirty-ass floor Bitch, we ain't got the patience for you You walk up and down these streets all day playin' That's your problem, Smokey - ain't nobody playin' but you! So pop off They'll find you Next Friday when you get dropped off Slice the side of her face open, and leave this Joker talkin' wit' her cheeks: "No more locked doors!" Gracias! But where you from, Gattas? One minute, you from Indiana, next, you from Chicago What the fuck you keep switchin' it for? She pick and choose when she a Chi (shy) bitch like..."I never did this before" Now she missin' for three days Chances that they find her is low I suggest they share it on IG, 'cause to get more eyes is the goal That postal worker Tip came and said she rotten with mold Think Poetic Justice 'Cause Luck wasn't on her side We left Chicago on the side of the road! Don't brush me wrong! But you can rep Chicago and Indiana I don't care, fam' 'Cause I rep both, too No gloves, I'm grippin' the Colts wit' my bare (Bear) hands But you gon' say I'm always on stage? I get booked across country For the "Jaz face", they give Jaz checks I discovered Twork, Wavy, Jerry We- Me standin' next to Smack helped niggas get to SMACK next! But it's like my parents kicked me out at 18 Watch how I move, Young I'll get this bitch snuck in the club: she was too young My hittas? I'm sendin' them! I don't care how long I knew Young Go 'head, bring up Surf And I'll drag this bitch out a car if you even mention Tsu (Soo), Young! You wanna go? Cool (Goku) I'm done playin' Do you know what we keep in our Trunks? I don't know if Young sane (Saiyan) But we go Berserk If I say, "Hunt her," hunt her (Hunter x Hunter) The knife sharp, but the gun dump Bury 'em 12 feet, and you'll be in a mega-low (Megalo) Box Who want some? I'm a beast, star (Beastars) And I may (anime) or may not watch 'em, but I'm too good wit' words Like if you think I'mma kill you wit' one punch, man (One-Punch Man), I'mma take you for a loop in (Lupin) The Third Time [Round 1: Gattas] They said every legend came back and tarnished their legacy in the streets But not Gat' Nah, nigga, the exception is me I been active, and better than you ever could be Regardless who your man sent in, I transcended through every era effortlessly Before Queen of the Ring, I made waves on Grind Time, and real niggas feel that Before you ever stepped on the stage It wasn't even URL yet - it was still SMACK Since Luck and Remy at Fight Klub, I been outside wit' real raps So this lil' movement you a minor part of...I am the foundation! I helped to build that! I was the FIRST. FEMALE puttin' on! I didn't need a man to (Amanda) Show me how This shit is simple You dug (Doug) your grave fuckin' wit' a Real Monster In the culture I been a symbol I play wit' big bands, sticks and drums, All That, I'm instrumental I'll put the auto (Otto) Rocket on your helmet 'Cause I'm Tomb Raider - a Legend, and I'm hittin' (Hidden) Temples! You stepped in front of a loaded gun for no reason Thinkin' you would be Victorious when you boring us and barely flow decent Big-ass Jimmy Neutron head wit' that SpongeBob box body Bitch, you built like a Old English I could blam (Ka-Blam!) you easy Turn Brooklyn into a chalk zone (ChalkZone) how I got the fo' nickel OD'in' (Nickelodeon) But ain't nothin' funny 'bout this gun I ain't Joshin' wit' this Drac' (Drake) You could get hit in the crowd Angry Beavers, two sets of choppers I would (wood) put a dent in your smile Shit 'bout to get Wild & Crazy and I ain't Kid-din' around Y'all really thought I would miss the (Mr.) Bighead when I already had to rock O? (Rocko) You know my best friend is a Cal'! (cow) And your slogan is..."You address shit when it's time to" [Jaz The Rapper] Facts [Gattas] Well, do the math, 'cause I'm you times two The fact her (factor) circle can't function even when they try to Shows I'm not your op-ponent, I'm an ex-ponent The base of my- Are y'all FUCKING SHITTING me!? The fact her (factor) circle can't function even when they try to Shows I'm not your op-ponent, I'm an ex-ponent The base of my power is shown beside you! Enormous performance, like if you multiplied Tsu But you can't even go the distance Y'all see what a co-sign (cosine) do? I get all dividends from every angle, and I want the whole pi(e), too! Or I'll point (.) 5, take a fraction of your life In half a second, I'll divide you And reachin' for my title (Tidal)...it's like openin' Pandora's Box And I'll blow up your spot if I (Spotify) tune (iTunes) up this damn 40-Glock Slice the blade across your Apple Shit get serious (Sirius), and you can't scream I guess I'm too cutthroat, 'cause your neck's leakin' - now you mainstream And Jaz, I know you ain't clutchin' the Ruger You answer inbound calls, workin' in front of computers You know it's so many ways you could get wings? I see a urn in your future It's like my rideshare app's gli-gli-glitchin' I might lift (Lyft) a Bird in the Uber! And you? You...took a turn for the worse Traveled down the wrong road This my house, I got a hell of a grip, a stronghold And what I tote can't fit in the glovebox or console My niggas shootin' hella shit up, big as elephant tusks Guess what's in the trunk? A long nose! And I can tell by yo' shock (BioShock)... You thought you could make a titan fall (Titanfall) But my pen work to diffuse her And Doom is your Destiny, bitch That's the purpose of losers You gon' be Left for (4) Dead and get a Halo too (2) the way you lurk and maneuver 'Cause all my niggas strapped, but I'll be the first person to shoot her Get ya bars up, bitch [Round 2: Jaz The Rapper] I hit Gattas' phone like..."Tell us where we can meet" It's gon' be more than the Bardashians comin' for you Shit is gon' be deadly Bitch, I'm grabbin' everybody We gon' be at least 10 deep The cameraman, this nigga, that nigga I'm talkin' a bunch of random mu'fuckas like EFB I'll ride for respect You wanna try? We gon' step Bardashians the gang I'm Alec Baldwin, I told them a bitch gotta die...on the set! It's about to be a wrap for you! Stop talkin' like I can't rap wit' you! You'll get shot while you get a shape-up, I ain't cuttin' no slack for you Bitch, I don't give a fuck if Jesus gettin' a cut after you! This ratchet goin' off in the barbershop: "Who the fuck drank my apple juice!?" I know it hurts I'm winnin' You made the worst decision Cops came, and all they seen was Johnson head peeled back: she got a circumcision Gattas, you know what scuffs my Timbs? When you say I can't do what you do You mean when you...rap all fast like Mystikal? Like it's mystical? Not realizin' it really limits you? It's predictable, pitiful, typical, you fuckin' imbecile There's too many syllables Look at the crowd - they're fuckin' miserable! Why would I wanna do that!? Why would I wanna do that? He rap like it's still 2009! Who said he gon' be the reason I'mma fall? I feel like Kyrie...'cause this man dated (mandated) I ain't playin' wit' none of y'all! Ironic I got this dick in the club and I ain't fuckin' stall I'll put Gat' down, but I don't lay TECs (latex): I'm fuckin' raw Watch my hands But I only get nasty wit' short people 'cause I'm fuckin' small? I'm playin' games? I'll walk up to you, Dave, and bust her (Buster) in the fuckin' jaw! You wanna step? We could fight Now she out cold, I knew she'd get slept from the sight 'Cause when you put Young on Caffeine, they always end up knocked out by the end of the night! You reached your plateau Them plain punches you known for driftin' But this smoke is different So when mine land, form (landform) y'all own opinion You been goin' downhill I can't get no clout from you To sum it (summit) up, you hit your peak That's why we in here doubtin' you Your last showing was rocky And these (Andes) rounds? Huh, I got it out for you I won't ever rest (Everest) The person oughta know if this app'll lay she in (Appalachian) a box What the fuck are you amountin' (a mountain) to!? Where your girl at!? She'll get stole in her jibs! I'll chop her body up By the stove was her ribs Her head by the couch and her legs by the fridge! Shit feel like Surviving R. Kelly: Young bitch is (bitches) all over the crib! Y'all remember- hold up [Guy in Crowd] Leave her alone! [Jaz The Rapper] No! Nah... Y'all remember when Gattas started dressin' like a girl? You was comfortable I could tell you fuck niggas and prob'ly hit somethin' nice, and you got sidetracked We met you when you had Ludacris braids Then you started wearin' wigs and lashes, but you rocked that Bitch, you even wore crop tops and short shorts You was tryna pull niggas, I can't stop that If you told me you wanted dick again, I wouldn't be surprised 'Cause most Gat's need to cock back! That's why I love Ms. Fit 'Cause-'cause- Nah, that stud a fake just like this bitch! Bitch, what ya dyke like!? You was arguin' with Coffee and said, "My girl'll beat you up." Why you can't fight her? You scared of a rookie? You are not a boy, Damon You Gary from SpongeBob: I was surprised to hear you sound like a pussy And it's crazy You keep sayin' Casey name You mad you gotta go through me I'm startin' to think she only wanted the face...like how I did QP! (*A ripple of shock and surprise runs through the crowd as they react to the bar*) OK, OK, OK, OK, OK... OK, hold it down I know this the juicy shit everybody wanna know What really happened that night, so here's how the story go Five years ago, I end up gettin' some head Y'all like, "From QP though, Jaz? That nigga corny" And you know what? Y'all right But I can't lie...a bitch was horny! Yeah, we hung out one night Got a drink or two, we was lit I ain't expect him to have to go down We was cool - that was it! So yeah, I committed a sit-and-run on a dude that's a pimp! And it's crazy I was in his room and hit him wit' the "...So, what you 'bout to do after this?" Facts! (x6) He might try to switch it up after this, but it's cool I wasn't even stressed And bitch, don't talk about- [Guy in Crowd #2] Leave her alone! [Jaz The Rapper] Chill, chill, chill... I wasn't even stressed And bitch, don't talk about who ate what if you ain't gon' eat it next! Don't get me mad tonight, Gattas 'Cause my fans is reckless and they wild Y'all remember that big brawl when Rasheed Wallace was extra wit' the foul? Yeah, if I get pissed, then (Piston) Indiana's seein' Hecklers in the crowd! This bitch handsome Smack told me, "Kidnap the bitch for a big ransom" I'm creepin' through a big mansion In that bitch prancin' They caught me on camera tryna get Young: "Hi, I'm Chris Hansen." [Round 2: Gattas] Yo, Jaz...you talked about me bein' from Indiana and the Pacer-type shit? Well, guess what? I will be from Indiana, and I guarantee you never met a piece (Metta Peace) like this! 'Cause bitch, you're trash And I'm makin' a change today The scope been takin' my aim away I don't even know why you came today I'm showin' 'em skills that you can't display What's wrong wit' you? I sit on a throne like I'm 'posed to do A legend's a role that I've grown into I been the best and you know the truth I go to the pole (poll) like a voter do Yeah, and you'll never be a First Lady You're just a #2...girl And I got a side piece too The handle on the deuce pearl And I don't need writtens from hittin' 'cause I'd rather shoot Earl And even wit' his pen, you too plain (plane) Everybody sees you're (seizure) still dyin' from bars midway like Juice WRLD I rose to the top early 'Cause when I'm writin' shit, I'm intense The wood stock'll freeze ya Go 'head and try some shit I'll risk it all I don't care who guarding ya (gardenia) I'll grab a pipe for this, I'm type ignant So fuck Jaz men (jasmine), 'cause I'm lightin' sticks up like incense And that was all fragrant shit So who sent for you? This TEC is in perfect condition, it was meant for you And the clip curve, 'cause I'm always ridin' solo So for a (Sephora) weak bitch, know I keep the pole low (Polo) She fucked QP for the D or (Dior) bars? See what they do for the glamour? I already hit Bon' with the No. 9 Now I should nail (Chanel) you wit' the hammer Y'all really expected this bighead bitch to be 30'in' me? [Crowd] YES! [Gattas] Like me- Y'all really expected this bighead bitch to be 30'in' me? [Crowd] (*a little quieter*) Yes! [Gattas] I know Like me- Shut up! Y'all really expected this bighead bitch to be 30'in' me? [Crowd] Yes [Gattas] Like me, the legendary pioneer vers' this bench player really murderin' me? Because from what I've gathered and what I currently see This the same bitch answerin' calls at work like: "Thank you for calling 911! What's your emergency, please?" I'm supposed to believe this volunteer cop got a purse wit' a burner in it? When you really answer a high call volume and type 40 words per minute!? I mean, Jaz, real shit, tell me Is it a special script that you read? Is it a certain level of customer service experience that you need? You got NYPD benefits that you'll risk if you leave? You got a referral from the inside, or is this some shit from Indeed? Either way, is it worth bein' a snitch? These are questions you should ask yourself 'Cause you'd rather be a 911 op, borrow lines and ask for help Well, what I just copped will do a number on your car Send you through the windshield even wit' a fastened belt You'll be on your last lifeline Nigga, you'll have to- (*krssh*) - dispatch yourself! 'Cause you a fuckin' cop! And speakin' of 5-0, we don't condone that! I Firmly believe this bitch favorite song is "Phone Tap"! I passed her the semi, she couldn't really reload that Which only shows that...you could never control Gat'! Every hour, I make a band with (bandwidth) my connect 'cause i'm plugged in like a phone jack Ayo, Jay, I'm burnin' Brett Favre That means smokin' a old Pack All men act (almanac) like I ain't got lines everywhere like road maps Oh, you from Brooklyn? Well, my animals really came from the zoo like Golbat The way I left this kid slayed (Kyd Slade), you would think it's a whole fact I sold packs I can't defend her Master Splinter: to the underground, you a known rat I brought the baby in Wal-Mart A couple shots make you roll back (Rollback) Or I'll spin her wit' the piece That mean I'll revolve her (revolver) - this the old Gat'! Get ya bars up, bitch [Round 3: Jaz The Rapper] It's funny- it's funny- It's funny she spoke on my- 'bout my job shit in the second round I knew she was gonna do that They said Gattas in L.A I sent O to where that bitch be Headshot...chances of her survivin' lookin' iffy Her mother like, "Somebody call 911! She gon' need a ambulance quickly!" Ooh, bitch, you better hope she don't get me (*The crowd starts yelling "3-0!" after reacting to the bar*) You right - I do got a script I'mma be like, "911. What's your emergency?" "My baby got shot! She was just gettin' on the right track!" The battler in me popped out like, "Damn! She got 30'd by a bullet!? Tell her 'Fight back!' The dumb bitch ain't have a strap!? I hope she died and after that-" [Casey Jay] Chill, Jaz! [Jaz The Rapper] You right - my supervisor watches battle rap! Facts! You know how hard it is bein' a battle rap and a operator? Helpin' people while writin' all this damn sinnin'? I be chillin' and my boss be like: "Good job on that call, Jaz, but...Calicoe vs. Geechi Gotti - who you had winnin'?" I be like, "Are you serious!? You gon' ask that here!? ...Calicoe 2-1, and he got that clear." But- But all jokes- (*The California crowd starts to boo Jaz, even as she continues to taunt Geechi Gotti*) Facts! Fuck Gotti! Fuck Gotti! Fuck Gotti! But all jokes aside, though, real shit... Y'all try to be tough all the time, but... Imagine a eight-year-old hit your phone like, "911, my daddy be rapin' me." Y'all don't know where that shit be takin' me She don't know shit about street justice, so she put her faith in me Another time, I had a lady cryin', her mother dyin' EMS on the line directin' CPR My life is a movie You tryna judge? I really had Law Abiding Citizens die over a call! Shit got me messed up here I bet y'all ain't know, but we got a epileptic here Didn't you used to suffer from seizures? When you woke up and saw paramedics, who the fuck you think sent them there!? I want y'all to put y'all selves in my shoes real quick Imagine a nigga hit your line sayin' he wanna shoot himself, but he ain't got a play gun Now you gotta give solutions to his problems, 'cause he think it ain't one Then you got a battle comin' up, thinkin' of bars every day, son I was on the phone tryna save lives, while writin' how to take one Aye, Charisma Johnson, you knew this was your funeral, so you was dope for comin' Vers' Hustle, you dressed up as Lara Croft just to say..."Tomb Raider: the first bitch in the game" I waited seven years to tell you: bitch, no, she wasn't! Do you know how many girls was before that? Y'all ain't tell her that line wasn't it? We lost a legend this year, so in honor of DMX, I'mma give her a list There was Zelda, Jade, Sonya Blade When she said that, Chun-Li was rollin' in her grave There was Peach, Mileena, Ms. Pac-Man, Sheeva! I'm Katana wit' the blades Anna! Nina! Y'all ain't play Tekken? It was even girl Pokemon before that! Y'all remember Jinx and Nidoqueen? Shotty have her twitchin' like a fish out of water: "Goldeen Goldeen" Charisma! You are not Mount Rushmore! I am on yo' ass! Charisma! We watch you 'cause you funny We know we all gon' laugh Charisma! You mainly personality I'mma call that trash Bitch, your mama named you Charisma, and that's all you have!? And on the contrary, I seen your dildo collection You got a whole bag You got ones wit' veins, ones wit' curves, so she feel it Shit is so sad You got plastic ones, glass ones You a creep, and I know that You got all these fake dicks How your name Johnson and that's the only thing you DON'T have!? This bitch be extra when she rap! The shit is tragic! Johnson got us thinkin' she sick when she's not...shit is Magic! I can't get wit' that! Smack, I need a bigger match From now on, the only Young I wanna see on stage is Little Slap! Y'all gave me a sore loser And I'mma keep bringin' up you quittin'... 'Cause when female battle rap was on life support, you abandoned us You did nothin' to help Now I ain't fight often, but I saddled up O'fficial, E Hart, 2-on-2 I opened doors - bitch, add it up I take a break, I get ridiculed She ups and quits, and y'all ain't even mad at her? Y'all ain't peep how this bitch move? Am I the only one that's mad at her? You was down-and-out, seen girls buzzin', and popped back in You couldn't pass it up All of a sudden, poppin' all this shit You gotta back it up! You Jim Brown One of the greatest runnin' back, but you retired, Young Now you actin' up!? You said your E Hart loss fucked up your self-esteem And I get it, but... You don't quit for five years We all take Ls - it was just your time to hit the blunt After O'fficial, I ain't quit I even teamed up with the bitch and added to my legacy Everybody I battled choked I wanted the only bitch that could stand in front of me to stand next to me Imagine if Big T woulda quit after Hollow That bunny ears line woulda never been invented If DNA quit after Shine, Double Impact prolly never would've existed If Twork quit after Cortez, him wit' the hoodie down woulda never been a image If Hollow quit after Ars', his Kit-Kat bar coulda never been predicted Exactly! So if everybody quit, you think the Culture would be just fine? Bitch, if Surf quit after Clips, we woulda never got "You wanna speak to the inmate? Press '9'"! As a champion, you s'posed to get up after you fall I don't condone your shit And I know I don't battle as often as y'all want me to I'mma own that shit But I don't care if I take ten years to write I'mma come 100 and I know I wrote my shit Aye, Geechi Gotti! I ain't got no punchline - you just a ho, that's it Set it up That's it [Round 3: Gattas] Yo, I got a question for all the females in battle rap Why every time I compose bars wit' layers and versatility It always feel like the ladies are never hearin' me? It's like every elite male give me props 'cause they know I'm the best But jealousy got bitches hatin' on the sideline when they know I'm a vet These hoes upset...and below average Y'all should try to learn from me, bitches Basic setups, fuckin' for bitches The nerve of these bitches Half of y'all look coked-out I should be servin' these bitches How I'm supposed to catch a body when y'all gradin' on a curve for these bitches!? 'Cause you said some shit like, "This a cage match 'cause it's bars over everything" That's the shit she pull, y'all And I say shit like... "I got this .44 from London: that's my British Bulldog Or you can get the SmackDown next Stomped 'til your ankle locked and get my sole lifted Or I'll put a metal (medal) round to your chest" That was a Kurt Angle, but you don't get it (*The crowd reacts positively to Gattas' material*) Naw, fuck it! I don't want it! I don't want it! I don't want it no more! I don't want it! That was a Kurt Angle, but you don't get it See, the women ain't comprehendin' my writtens the way I planned it And they all mimic wit' gimmicks So when I spit at bitches, I'm at a disadvantage I just wanted to put it all out there so y'all could get a better understandin' But back to you, Jaz 'Cause we ain't even get into your fuckin' brandin' 'Cause you rep a girl group named after the Kardashians Named the Bardashians These hoes is so lost Y'all chose three bitches appropriatin' Black culture and gave 'em promo at no cost That's- that's- that's hot to y'all, though! Y'all like that stupid shit! Y'all like that! On behalf of all my ebony queens, I'm ashamed and disgusted 'Cause y'all named y'allselves after three culturally insensitive white women that are famous for nothin'! Y'all coulda been SWV, but y'all too Weak to reign (Rain) That's why I've been here forever WHO THE- (*Gattas accidentally knocks her mic off getting hyped over the crowd reaction. A brief pause in the battle*) Yo, yo... Yo, hold it down Coulda been SWV, but y'all too Weak to reign (Rain) That's why I've been here forever Coulda been 702, but y'all just can't seem to Get It Together Coulda been TLC, but y'all would rather Creep with Scrubs than get a blueprint for your rhymes It's no Biggie, I just feel like Diddy I Totally had to throw shade on three bitches to shine! Callin' yourself a "Bardashian"... Bitch, you more like Caitlyn Jenner 'Cause I can't quite make your gender I don't know if you Holmzie Da God or Th3 Saga's great pretender Either way, you not a vet You give me underclassmen vibes And this ain't A Different World, so why the fuck I gotta battle this Jasmine Guy? And you ride with Tsu Surf Well, fuck it - let's get the gang involved This Glock done blew (blue) flames, and I'll strip her (stripper) wit' the pole like, "Bitch, take it off" Shit 'bout to get violent 17 in the clip: it's rated R But all I need is one shot to lick her (liquor) from the boul (bowl) like Jagerbombs And fuck your clique! If I catch 'em alone (Malone) on the block, I'll put a few in a bag I'm feelin' like Kirilenko I got the AK-47, and I'm shootin' for Jaz(z) Yeah! Yeah [Jaz The Rapper] I had a Kirilenko bar - I took it out [Gattas] I got the AK-47, and I'm shootin' for Jaz(z) I'm on point like Pete when I'm palmin' the Pistol You'll see me mountin' (mountain) the .45 in front of Jaz(z) like Donovan Mitchell Aye, Surf, that was a Jersey bar [Tsu Surf] That was hard [Gattas] See, while I was outside, shuttin' down stages This bitch got famous for standin' in front of battles and makin' faces I'm major league, you minor We should never play together Hit her wit' the machine BOW! Now you gotta make the Jaz face forever! Get ya bars up, bitch!