T-Top vs. Shotgun Suge (2019)

Lyrics

(*Shotgun Suge calls heads, the coin lands on heads, T-Top decides to go first*) [Round 1: T-Top] I said, T-Top vers' Shotgun Suge - man, what the talkin' for? I came to stretch you (U) every line like I'm from Baltimore And they put him wit' a Bad Boy - of course it's war I'll leave Suge covered in red, turn this bitch to the Source Awards! Of course there's more I'm 'bout to put two to his dome The only way you gon' live is in a funeral home 'Cause you say you got them bricks Well, lemme hear that he movin' them zones For them dirty birds, I'll put 11 to his back like he Julio Jones! Nigga! Let's move it along 'Cause no, you don't sell no bricks - you're an ounce-pitcher Well, I'm a scalp-twister For that white girl, a mask'll (massa') come down and sweep up everything in the crib like house niggas Huh!? 'Cause I'm from the trap! I thought I'd never see TV before So broke I coulda made the E.B.T. Awards! The heater on, and I'mma make it feel like Death Row Wait, that's kinda odd 'Cause the last time we seen Suge go up for 25, he ended up behind bars! Oh my God! I'll hold your children up for ransom You better make sure the kids all good 'Cause I'm from Carolina I'll use the babies (DaBaby) to get a hit on Suge Bitch, what's good!? I'm 'bout to put the pump on him, and dump on him Or the MAC gon' spray But since Shaq yo' cousin, I'll fuck around and dunk on him! They said, "Why you pullin' Shotgun on-?" (*T-Top gets called for time*) [Round 1: Shotgun Suge] Aye, y'all hear me? Let's get one thing straight! He soft - we got a muffin' speakin'! Live from the gutter teachin' I'm tough and even He ain't even want beef: slutty vegan I hold the MAC, I'll let the 10 shoot But I like how this .40 look...Bernice in her swimsuit It's already Round 1 and this jerk lost Murk off Approach the Boss Lady wit' the baby on the side like Kirk Frost You talk like you Scarface, but you really a bitch He got flaws on My ring is in the streets and we could brawl on 'em He ain't even want a lil' scrap, so I draws on him Bulldog, pistol-whip: I put the paws on him This shit go left? I'm on rip time Grip mine Kidnap him for ransom, that's a big fine I gotta kill him 'cause he gon' tell on Shotti like 6ix9ine I go ape on him Casanova: set-trip B.E.T. gave you a death wish TEC spit - BOW! He gon' have more docs on him than Netflix I came to see what's up, heat him up Have him plus his man parallel, it's gon' equal up You the type to let a floozie work you Pound'll murk you Or it's 50 sent (Cent), shootin' at his Power circle I'll pop up like a ghost and knock the spook out him Where the money? I pull a tooth out him He don't wanna tell me? This Tommy show up at his place of business and get the truth out him