Tay Roc vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

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[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork] I SHOOK HIS PRIDE! Like, "Twork comin'. Nigga look alive." He died with his eyes wide open, the nigga look alive We finally got this locked bitches Took a hot minute Hot pistols You keep showin' up to battles wearin' all these fuckin' costumes, nigga you got issues Y'all won't be seein' no more Michael Jackson jackets So y'all just 'Remember The Time' you had 'Roc(k) With You' Glock pistol, cock and spray But first I wanna give Roc his praise First nigga with this high level energy First nigga with gun lines back to back, there's a lot of things we got from Tay Glock'll spray I'ma put the Pioneer in the trunk, y'all gon' hear from a block away Stop it Tay, you just a bitch with guns Disrespectin' the hustle, and you disrespected Hustle Can't go back to New York for that shit that you done The apes gon' chase you right up out the Cave like Temple Run This who you deal with Smack? A nigga beefin' wit' a bitch from Gorilla Stone Ain't do shit to the niggas that took his chain, how real is that? You so worried about the Gorillas, you need to go get yo' silver back (Silverback) Steel will clap! You dyin' on the set, niggas took your jewels off in ya home town What was all this "slidin' with the TEC"? Couldn't be me, cause nigga I'ma die for my respect Let's take it back, Double Impact NWX, it was one, "suck my dick" and shit got violent for the vet So that's the second time niggas had to take Shine from 'round ya neck I get to wildin' with this TEC Burn him and blaze him Surf like, "On Neighborhood Crip. You touch him and I'm knockin' you out." Nigga this .30 will bang him And at his funeral, ain't nothin' but sermons and prayers He can't call Surf to come save him This a pastor preachin' and this time you can't turn to ya neighbor This .30 gon' bang him Surf get to talkin' this Rolling 60 shit, I'ma buck my pound Give a 60 nine (69), I'ma hold this sucka upside down Live rounds goin' over his head I live 28 minutes from Edgewood, you know what it is Don't push me, I'm this close to the edge You was bold on the web, do all that talkin' in my face I'ma slide down errrrr, to that apartment with an .8 I see ya bitch, fo-fo I'm spark it in her face I told her to beware of the dog, and then I put Caution on the gate I'ma slide off, spin back, now there's Caution on the tape I'm so terrific I went in the kitchen, seen Chef, now it's broken dishes Living room, bucks left on the couch, can't even go and spend it Outside, Henny packed up, like the prohibition Pole I'm liftin' Roc(k) landed in the neighbor yard, who gon' go and get it? I lift the pole on bitches Cannon clip you And lately I've been dealin' with bad bitches that I can't commit to So I can't just go out with a .9, I got standard issues Speakin' of standards Aye Lady Caution, let's stop this cappin' I heard you went from John John, Tsu Surf to- oh you got a top ten rappers? Heard she went from Gates Of The Garden to URL, wonder how she got them battles Don't you know back in the day whores got stoned to death? Ain't no wonder why Roc(k) went at you You'se a little body bitch Popsicle body bitch Sick, need to be in the hospital body bitch McGriddle body bitch You'se a brittle body bitch The instrument they use to play the fiddle body bitch I'ma keep it goin' You'se a Henny bottle bitch Not even a full size, you'se a mini bottle bitch You got Minnie's body bitch You ain't anybody bitch Before yo' ass got with Roc you was anybody bitch That sound familiar What happened to ya baby moms? Y'all remember ya baby moms? She was bad as shit That unfulfillin' Now she's fuckin' with an NFL nigga, I know it fuckin' kills him Ho football playin' 'round yo' fuckin' children like Russell Wilson I know it's tough to deal with Nigga ran off with ya ho (whole) kid like Rumpelstiltskin I up the pistol Raise it on him, blaze it on him If I knock Dracula costume off, he stays in coffin, even the red eyes take off, like a late departure No more keeping in contact, it's a restraining order I'm finna bang it on him I just ignore ya crew So many niggas done left the Cave, I can't even go to war witchu Ever since Brizz Rawsteen left, you need more recruits Aye Brizz, if it wasn't for Roc, you wouldn't even be here, he literally opened up doors for you I'm Strapped In! I'll clap you in a coma Madness I could snap at any moment According to the culture, y'all had it surely known But I was there, right by the stage, y'all got the story wrong Top threw a bottle, Brizz threw a bottle No Tax threw a bottle, they goin' on and on Brizz ran straight to the back, he got his Maury on Roc standin' there actin' like he don't know what's goin' on Top drop, Chess (chest) popped out like Omarion Sorry y'all! Rest in peace, Zaid, but Brizz homie the only one that was doin' Twork moves I would've went to jail, ended up in an orange shirt too Hurt who? Jersey [Round 1: Tay Roc] You let me down in that tournament, nigga What's up with that? 100K on the line, Drake added 50, damn near doubled that And you fumbled that? Boy, if you come with three rounds tonight, you lettin' me know I'm more important than them 100 racks You better come to rap, nigga Not just for Drake or for uncle Smack If you choke, I'ma delete ya number outta my fuckin' jack I'ma up the strap, drum attached Somethin' clap Who's that offensive player for the Jets? Um, new jersey (Nu Jerzey) running back I gotta check him, without a question I feel like Will Smith, I gotta put my dawg (dog) down to show y'all I Am Legend Sinners gotta Heaven Splish Splash, a Hollow wet him Fire a weapon, let it fly through the buildin'; 9/11 Nigga said he would kill Tay Roc, that's how they all sound Tonight is not the night for you to be droppin' the ball now Against me is ya last chance nigga, don't let us all down You the reason niggas like me gotta battle Swamp now Shotgun, sawed down This ain't a game, my passenger Burke put bucks (Bucs) on Twork Make it rain, we ain't the same I raise and aim, bang the thang Leave you sleep with ya eyes open in major pain (Major Payne) This nigga thought he could out bar me? How sorry I find out where you live, pull up, pull out calmly This shit'll take ya arm, leg and scalp partially Leave Twork (twerk) all over the crib, it's a House Party I can make every single bar gold, my touch is Midas like My hands hurt, cause whatever this author write is (arthritis) tight This guy get hype and he tryin' to fight The clip is a half moon and it's lit for you, the entire night I'm the violent type and more outspoken .40 cal' totin' You will get shot in ya head, ya scalp smokin' Like MGM films before the movie come on he'll hear a loud roar Then by lyin' (lion) with his mouth open Makin' movies is all that I care about Two choppers, two tri-pods this picture a pair'll mount (Paramount) I'll air him out, the steel lift and peel shit I'll have an arsenal (Arsonal) and Shotgun Surf-ing through Jersey (Jerzey) It'll get Real sick (Sikh), real shit End ya life when this fifth bang Inf' beam Red Light, Green Light, Squid Game, the clip hang I ain't in a Crip gang But I'll send niggas to his neighborhood that's Nutty and Insane And they don't have patience They gon' dump every last case in Have the murder scene all sheets and (Sheiks in) Shells; gas stations Pistol whip him, the end of the Mag' breakin' The vision of Twork (twerk) blurred out, like we censoring ass shakin' Strap blazin' Cook this cat like I'm half Asian We gon' wreck if you don't stay in ya lane like drag racin' A burner is gettin' lifted Murder a nigga wit' it Boy I'll turn you to one of them little circular picture pendants Boy, you fire, when you don't choke, and deliver all rage When you choke you let down the nigga that get us all paid You battled Loso, I was front row Yeah Givin' him all praise I had to give courage to Twork (twerk) like pills do for strippers on stage Clips is gon' blaze, you'll turn up dead I'll burn the lead You my brother I can't watch you die So I turn my head Raisin' cans {gun cocks} Gauges blam His body flip in the air And then Twork (twerk) on the ground, it's a Jamaican dance Aye, I'm at ya location, FN in the shorts Amazon Prime, I knocked then left him on the porch Stretched him with the torch Every round out the gun A ton'll (tunnel) go through New Jersey (Nu Jerzey), I can connect him to New York I'll pull up in a Porsche Skkkkkrt Hop out of an old Carrera Bullets hit the couch, TV, I'm even smokin' (smoke and) mirrors If ya bitch live, it's cause I chose to spare her I have that whole place that Twork in (twerking) dead like strip clubs in the COVID era I'm talkin' 'bout hurt this man family, drown Twork Jersey (Jerzey) underwater; Hurricane Sandy I'ma end up murkin' this bastard, have it lit at ya wake Ya funeral ratchet, Twork in a casket Don't fuck up my classic This shit here can even ya stock I hate the fact that you the one I gotta treat as an opp Believe it or not these heaters will pop I don't know this Gun Title, but even with a vest ya chest (Chess) won't be easy to (Eazy The) Block, nigga Light bars Gang shit [Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork] When will all this treason stop? You don't do nothin' but gun bar after gun bar No substance, angles, schemes or plots If this what y'all callin' the face, I don't even wanna compete for slots Raising Kanan, why beef over territory, I don't see nothin' you unique in Roc(k) He needs to stop it This biggest mouth with the weakest body Little dog, hidin' behind all that bark like Geechi Gotti It's transparent, speakin' of trans... Y'all gave me the dude with the allegations? Who the fuck is this man scaring? (Mascara) Truthfully I thought this nigga been gay (Bengay), I put that on my grandparents You get clowned on stage, but that shit you do in the comfort of ya own home, just keep it from around this way I ain't come up here to talk about Roc he/she (Rikishi), that's somethin' he gotta sit down and face I'ma surround his place Y'all think he poppin' but he not If he lose tonight, nothing from his stock is gonna drop If I lose tonight, ain't none of my problems gonna stop It's back to slidin' on the ops Cleanin' the McDonalds with a mop I'll be somewhere delivering Krusty Krab Pizza, I got a lot ridin' on this Roc(k) I'ma slide down his block, take a right, cut the blinkers off Pull up to they hang out spot, I'ma creep in dark He outside with the whole Cave Gang, oh he think he smart I already saw Roc(k) group, that's why the Lincoln (Linkin) parked (Park) That's old wisdom He don't know he gettin' a humble abode visit Soon as he pull up to the crib, I'm outside his home, sit I'ma stop Roc(k) right before he go in, that's goaltendin' Like, "Ho nigga, this pistol mean violence." Soon as he look for his strap I knock the vision clean out him Caution in the back of him yellin' Aye Dracula tell her, if this bitch just keep wildin' I'ma put a Mac up to the bat, that's Mr. 3000 I'm wildin' I slide daily, insane asylum tryin' to see if my mind's stable Cause they found him face down in the hole, look like a massage table You not gangsta, you not concealin' What opps you killin'? They use Roc(k) to hold the door open like a project building You all kinds of filthy Fair warning, this nigga took a pic', legs cocked wide open Stickin' out his tongue, I said, "What is this man doin'?" I don't even wanna talk about that shit, I was scared for him Let's just jump from that line with his tongue out like Air Jordan Can' on him I'm Strapped In!! I'll clap you in a coma Madness I could snap at any moment I can't fall for these traps That nigga Murda Mook told you to suck his dick You said it was lit, I thought he mean that You see Mook ain't do a motherfuckin' thing That nigga Mook would've told me to suck his d- ooow, I couldn't harbor seein' that It would've went from "suck my dick" to him doin' a Party Arty rematch I don't honor these cats I don't just talk, I really walk the shit I'm about The Cave known for pretendin', that's why y'all had to kick Vada out I keep hearin' Biggums fat ass screamin', "Get that nigga Roc!" The homies pullin' 'bout six Llamas out If we can't get Roc address (a dress) we goin' straight to Bigg mama house (Big Momma's House) Llama's out, your baby girl won't last after these I'll put ya kid on the front page, give her mad (Mad) magazines I'ma clap at ya teen, I keep a biscuit Two Glocks, these ain't twins, but these is civil One bitch with no body swingin' for the Title like Venus Williams But the other bitch got Guns and Cake like Serena Williams I'ma squeeze relentless, grip the pound {gun clicks} Did him foul Baow, baow Hole so big you can see into Tay (Siéntate), I'm finna sit him down WHAT?! I bang nigga Piru, Blood gang member Thang lift up I really bang though I'm a bastard and khaki Dickies was gang code My mom a pastor, I went to Catholic school in the same clothes I use to rob the white kids for they shoes, like, "Change those." Ran them (random) bitches right outta they Vans like Bang Bros Thang blow... Jersey [Round 2: Tay Roc] I told my girl, I'm 'bout to hit the club and find this bitch I wanna see Usually she would trip, but this specific time she didn't fuss with me She trusted me 'Cause I got her gun wit' me And she know I'ma be starin' at her texts (TECs) while this bitch Twork (twerk) in front of me Don't fuck wit' me {gun cocks} This a bull pup wit' me and this baby stay wit' me, I got full custody You battled Geechi and let him take ya place, disgustingly Now he's the face and you are the L (URL) of the company It's up wit' me Fuck is a Strapped In?! It's straps 'round Like a mental patient in padded rooms, we strapped down We strapped now My straps? Bizarre, it don't stick out But still up to bust like a strapless bra If we scrap or brawl, I'ma beat homie ass It's gon' be fast Pistol whip, strap to the face, Mick Foley mask Bro get stabbed, 'til it's stuck or broke in half And you can see it showin' through jersey (Jerzey) like shoulder pads If I'd have read your tweets and you done said, "it's beef" You would've been like that one Jersey nigga vs. Danny, spittin' out hella teeth Shit ain't never sweet Blade on me, turn you to shredded meat He ain't see the pick in the pocket, I'm a petty thief Rest in peace Buck shots go in the shotty I let this gauge pierce a big hole in ya body Or drive-by holdin' the Tommy Brrt Get ya block shot wit' the stick like I'm a goalie for hockey Everybody got guns, you must not comprehend barely You'se a fat nigga with a strap cause you been scary I'm a skinny nigga without a strap, I would've been buried Ace Amin is proof that niggas that even go to the gym, carry (Jim Carrey) You know Jim Carrey, that movie where, he had on that yellow tux I can have my dawg (dog) put a Mask on and fuck shit up You'll get left with a head gash, deadass He went missin', cops knew something was wrong when all they seen was a red flag Actual slaughter I will drive-by, clap up ya corner This cat is a goner I'll have ya blood splatterin' on ya If I use this Judge, I'ma have to ask for a lawyer I blew (blue) caps to the core like natural water, I have to destroy ya Sic the savages on ya Hit his organ, eyes (organize) will be fucked up like he ain't have it in order I'm at his door, a package is for ya I caught Twork (twerk) in the room, I'm like a disappointed dad in the room with his daughter We at his funeral, in the back, standin' in a straight line His moms readin' that obituary and she can't stay calm She like, "My baby Twork, Aka Raivon, got killed wearin' his hood like Trayvon." I will bang mine Come from this waistline, put you all away Y'all ain't know his name was "Raivon"? We gon' call him "Ray" You'll get the bat with the spikes in ya skull today Martin and Eddie in Life somethin' get clawed in (Claude and) Ray Bombs away You'll get shot with my thumper Sting Ray (Stingray) through the chest, Crocodile Hunter "Roc's a wild fucker", dude's stay trippin' I'll have you eyein' a barrel, in high definition, it blew (Blu) Ray vision You joined K-Shine, then left him the next day? I seen through that shit when you joined NWX, Ray (X-Ray) This ya death day, I'll do him mad cruddy Now answer this question If you so Strapped In, then how you crash, dummy? That's mad funny, you gon' get what you ask from me What you on? E? I'll put this. 40 on Five; gas money Your whip crash, and you almost burned alive Guess what movie you would've had a perfect role in? New Jersey Drive I heard he died, then revived It was gettin' scary, they had to bring dawg (dog) back from the dead; Pet Semetery That car wreck, gave him another cut And another cut 'Cause his seatbelt wouldn't work when he was tryin' to buckle up You fuckin' nut, it's lit for you From here it ain't gettin' better Wait, fuck the cops that shot up ya whip, cause we stick together But the cops shot up ya whip and you ain't do shit? I thought you was wit' whatever You almost got taken out by a 12, like Cinderella On God shit, nigga! We all at the table on some mob shit Suit up on him; job shit Kim brother, Rob (Rob) shit My nigga don't talk, he smoke; Silent Bob shit I Will, Smith the leader; Suicide Squad shit No vegan, no tomato, I don't squash shit Outta nowhere you get popped up, surprise shit Taught to just stick through the beef; kabob shit Put in work, before I had a car, it was my mom's shit Bomb shit, nowhere to hide shit I find shit and go through the door and flip the screen it's a Sidekick The .9 spit, this hammer ain't my shit Really the text (TEC's) is in a different name like a side chick The chopstick under the armpit clear a mosh pit No TV, this Drake (Drake / Drac') ain't the one to Josh wit' His soul'll wonder (Wanda) up to the cosmos (Cosmo); Fairly Odd shit Playgrounds or not, we swing through and slide shit When mine hit, everything inside rip, cause conflict Tie you up, no bondage, this guy a hostage Violent, pillow, over ya face, for silence, bah Feathers fly everywhere like I shot an ostrich Ya side hit, I paralyze shit, make ya spine shift, ya mind split Ya egg crack, we tryin' omelets, I'm outta pocket I will leave this guy unconscious Hooked to machines and doctors doin' diagnostics No pipe wit' him, then it's the blade, the strike in him I might kill him He tryin' to wrestle, but losin' the fight in him His life endin' Paralyze him soon as the knife in him Leave Twork (twerk) without a bottom half like white women I'm triflin' At your funeral? Smokin' on the gas They bury you, then I burn the roses on the grass Don't want my fingerprints on it Cuz said, "Hold it with the flag." I'll walk through Jerusalem like I'm Moses with the staff You dead nigga! [Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork] Let's set this straight Yes I called you the GOAT cause when you move you don't hesitate I've been here for the Dodge emblems The Craftsmen jeans, how you got to Mook and then levitate I don't know a lot about antonyms and synonyms but I know how to shoot when the weapon straight And I know a lot about homonyms so I can't let you resume with this resume You finna die indeed Aye Smack, if this ya brother, advise him please Pine boxes don't come from the finest trees And since he rich, you get high quality Red-ish brown wood; mahogany Hand crafted in South America, you don't wanna see a guy in these (Guyanese) Fire please! If I burn his house down, who gon' be your face when ya man die Troy? Pour gasoline '(Lean) Wit' It, Roc(k) Wit' It' there goes your Franchise Boy! {Twork jumps in the crowd} Hand my toy I'm finna clip this nigga up You said, "D-Nanny" for "DNA in New York" That shit was iffy bruh, listen up I'll show you how to split the states and cities up Cause that ain't go over or land though (Orlando) like you went to Disney bruh I don't wanna see you now or again (Oregon), I suggest the niggas wit' you duck (Duck) You go to police, it goes South, the code of (South Dakota) the streets take ya lips and zip 'em up I went to his home in Baltimore, the nigga think he big and tough When he see his daughter on the floor it'll (Florida) switch his feelings up On my waist is where the cans is (Kansas) and if I lift these pistols up I shoot his baby boy crib, I won't even miss his sippy (Mississippi) cup I'm 'bout to clip this nigga up Put ya boy up in a ditch Bang bang, that's the sound of ya shorty gettin' hit Bang bang, that's the sound of the war, we in the mix He can't buckle up, his seatbelt won't work Bang bang, that's the sound of the .40 on my hip And this a new car, so if you don't buckle up, you gon' keep hearin' that noise until it click I get noisy with this bitch 100 round out the TEC I'm firin' I'm 'bout to send you up to Heaven flyin' You 'bout to find out how beautiful God is like Aphrodite Hey Smack, if this ya gunner, you should've gave him better guidance He should've never tried this If he don't die, he gon' leave here in liver failure like hepatitis If I have to find him, I'ma grab the toaster I'm outside with the ratchet blowin' Boom boom, I shoot the door until the latch is broken Boom "HEY ROC!" He in the bed restin', I flip the mattress over Now he can sleep upside down just like a bat suppose to I'ma clap the toaster I'm holdin' the fifth I see Caution, I say, "Bitch you better not open ya lips" I'm pretty cautious, gloves on so they don't notice the prints Red Lobster, I even put the tape over the grip Like, "Where the coke and the piff?" If I clip you up, that wasn't Roc, I really had rocks, I'm talkin' zips and up Methamphetamines, oxycodone, prescription drugs Back in my heyday, I would've had Caution samplin', pass yo' bitch the blunt Whole dip of stuff Like, "This the stuff" Let her test the boat out, make your missus Puff (Mrs. Puff) I got yo' bitch on cuff She talk crazy, but she follow the plans though Police pull us over, Big Bad Wolf, she gon' swallow the grams whole Can' blow, get ya pals dumped on Oh that's a vest? Teflon? That's just gon' get me riled up more Cause dome shots the only thing my pound bust for Better hope that's what your foreheads (four heads) made outta Roc(k) like Mount Rushmore Dump on 'em, you might get killed Say somethin' I don't like for real You gon' die for real We goin' outside for a single file (foul) line like a fire drill I'm Strapped In!! I'll clap you in a coma Madness I could snap at any moment Your life is over, you might not quite deserve it But a kind soul won't do you no good, once I light ya- this might get personal Everybody duck cause this rifle burstin' It might split Drake head wide open, just like the Sprite commercial When they ask who's the king, I'm the rightful person It's time to steal the torch I was outside with the fans, I'm the one they feel for sure I went to the small league events, I gave 'em real support I got PG's in the buildin', you try to seal the door I even stopped them Crucible niggas from havin' to deal with Norbes I took off the hood, I jumped over Suge I'm the most creative I went on strike when you said you wasn't earnin' paper When Smack had yo' pockets tapped, who returned the favor? I 'Started From The Bottom', no entourage, I was comin' six deep (6 deep) Still the most imitated, I'm the reason K-Shine went on a 20 win streak I'm the streets Pray to me, I'm the synagogue When it come to battle rap, I'm exactly what it epitomize Nigga I'm Smack gunner, it's time to wear that shit with pride Let's turn Real Nigga Time into the Bigga .9 Baow Baow Baow! Nigga died, I shot him in a jiffy Hit his noggin with a .50 French blunderbuss, take an oval off his head (Oval Office head) like Monica Lewinsky Clipped him, you gon' move out the burbs I'm 'bout to take this one to the grave, you got my word Drive-by, chopper out the GMC I'll shoot out the burg K clip, press down on a half moon (Do not disturb!) That was mean Twork And now I got a body on a half moon like DreamWorks You be talkin' often Nigga you soft as cotton Wait 'til ya gang get around and be talkin' often I'ma wait 'til them niggas leave and spark it on you Squid Games By the time they come back Roc(k)'s in the bag, he done lost his marbles Jersey! [Round 3: Tay Roc] Ay yo! I ain't gon' lie, this nigga's my friend How about I get my kids you get ya kids we hit the beach and we can get 'em to swim? Nah, I'ma drive us all to a cliff and let the sinnin' begin I'ma let our Child's Play but I'ma push my friend to the end I really am him You, were not the first to be copied, I've been cloned I faced all the writers that been known Y'all Champion Of The Year, yeah, y'all see how I did Jones This nigga from the Cave knocked over more pens (pins) than Fred Flintstone I have to be the master Eazy, he the Captain of the trappers As far as Chess? He actually will clap ya Surf? I get to passin' him a ladder And have Tsunami hit Jerusalem, that's a natural disaster I'm uncontrollable And I don't do what I'm told to do Unload on you Then trash cans; disposable Rifle, from the Civil War, put a hole in you Like Back II The Future, I will bring something old to Nu (new) Cannon wit' me, blam the semi, 'til this can' is empty With ya life, you're gamblin' Jerzey (gamble in Jersey); Atlantic City This man get busy Mini chopper mounted That mean the Drac' posted on the wall like a fan of Drizzy Stop playin' wit' me I don't follow by the rules, I gotta lot of goons Them niggas ain't got a lot to lose I got a lot of tools This a chopper not an Uz' This'll knock Nu (New) Balance off, send him flyin' out his shoes Ratchet dirty Soon as he turn around, clap the .30 NBA protest, that's a piece (peace) to the back of Jerzey (jersey) I'm a hunter, preserve the kill if the catch is worthy Hang his head up on the wall; taxidermy Who believe in him? If the ambulance comin', bitch you needin' 'em They know not to gas me up, I use premium Chop off a limb, mail it to ya mom I get unique wit' 'em Foot Locker, I send her home a box with Nu (new) feet in 'em The can' erupt, blam shit up It's like bowlin' after we done rollin', there won't be much left standin' up I don't care if this TEC jam or what Stab his side, get to ribbin' (ribbon) on Jerzey (jersey) it's Breast Cancer Month Poof Magically, appears a Nina They hear this steamer It'll go from this shit bein' packed to a clear arena Jakk better not try to be no hero either I'ma bomb through him then drop Nu clear (nuclear); Hiroshima Kill his leader, hollow tips what this clip contain Turn him to a memory inside of a picture frame Up close or long distance aim Don't matter, arms on Jerzey (jersey), NBA Christmas game I lift and bang Your vocal cords will get shot Your voice? Over, like them videos on Tik Tok I don't believe that ya clique pop Bitch stop All that tough talk, I ain't buyin' that Nu (new); thrift shop Make ya strip hot This shit drop whoever not in the family Shreddin' niggas; Edward Scissors, the chop is handy We get the drop then we slide in the Camry Huge shotty, I will get Nu (new) bodied (Body); Dr. Miami To these fans, you the wild Blood, the big bully But to me, you just lil' bruh, a kid to me You heard right, I poke this knife in his left, turn right Drive it straight up the middle of Jerzey (Jersey); turnpike You'se a termite I earned my position, you will get murked if I'm trippin' I will let every round burst from my Smith & You fuck around and be a hurt opposition Left there, shakin', with a wet t-shirt Who said Twork (twerk) competition? You ain't ask the culture I'm mad that I had to smoke ya Everybody, Jerzey (jersey) in a bag; practice over I tried to tell him that this ain't what he want from me Battle rap is not a job to me this shit is fun to me Fuck a scheme, angle, punch, it's 'bout a gun to me The gun is the only thing that get the job done for me