[Round 1: Ill Will]
I heard you got some shit you got to talk about Yak
I even brought the bucket, so you could talk about that
But this morning, y'all...I asked Charlie Clips for a li’l spark
You know, I was schemin' about
The nigga DNA walked up
I said, “Bro, this confidential. Don't be speakin’ this out.”
So if y'all see a funny look on my face…
It's ‘cause he said somethin', and DNA was speakin' it out
And we gon' have to fight
Since he the Champ, and look like Leon Spinks in the mouth!
Nigga, you-
He gon' talk about Houston references, rappers that he don't really fuck with, and hoods he ain’t been in, and that’s that
But y'all gon’ watch me drop Top, and Top gon' drop: R.I.P Fat Pat!
But on a more serious note…
(*sings*) Big fat funky Terrelllll....
Big fat funky Terrelllll…
Sing it with me, y'all!
Big fat funky (Terrelllll!)
Son, go, go!
Big fat funky (Terrelllll!)
All right, you should be thankin' me, Melvin
I’m the reason that your shit evolved
2015, you woulda got killed usin' that dope, boy: I'm fentanyl
You should be thankin' me, Melvin
If we battled back then, you wouldn't have took the crown home, Top
But don't get the strap, get the shovel
Twisted Metal: I'm ‘bout to clown on Top!
Talkin' tough on the Internet, like he know me or somethin'
But every time I'm around the Bear, he cool as fuck
He must think I'm Mowgli or somethin'!
But if he in my hood, he better boo-
Naw, I'm on some other shit
Like I'll shoot everybody you really love, let's make that very clear
Hit your bitch, Petey Pablo: that freak'll leak (Freak-a-Leak) everywhere!
Little Peggy Sue fit right in my shoe, and she used to the beef
Oh, this gon' make Top hurt...she must be usin' her teeth!
But let's keep it all the way 100 for a minute
Why you tellin' all these people you sold all that dope when you really didn't, bitch?
I hate these “sold a few nickel-rocks and middleman the ounce, so now they ‘gettin' it'”
My nigga had to buy me a bus ticket to get to his first PG
Ol' funny dude!
You forgot Miltown had to take care of you, my nigga, and keep your stomach full!
So when was you Top-lo Escobar?
When was the sales comin' through?
I mean, was you sellin' the dope...and the money, too!?
He a fraud nigga!
I sold weed, and sold crack
I never sell or move coke
He was with Harold if you seen Melvin and the blue notes
But I already knew, though
My young'un said, “Bro, you gotta kill him”
So I took the boy word
Mouth shot: now he lookin' like Zoidberg!
You ain't grizzly! You a fuckin' Berenstain, Bear!
Shots hit you and Brizz...but you gon' watch me burn Steen, Bear!
It's like that
You brought out a dancin' nigga for JC...I like that
But for the coke, I'll bring another pop to flame Top: it's Mike Jack!
I fuck with Texas!
I pick up, he get a L in the round...the trunk a Lexus
Biscuit out, then I turn it down like I don't fuck with breakfast!
The MAC pop
Kid in House Party: you gettin' laid flat, Top
Problem with me? I'm in Fuquay at every function
Strip bare, then the bear arms on the Bear
BOW! Now the Bear can barely function!
I know about ya bitch, nigga
Why'd you get her pregnant?
Oh, you ain't know he finna be a daddy? (Nah)
Rex told me them back shots so deadly, he call her “Rickey in the alley”
You mad, nigga?
Is you mad, nigga!?
Well, I'm glad, nigga!
‘Cause the Glock is bustin'
Big ratchet, clip full of cold sores
It'll do Top disgusting!
Stupid heaters!
Mo' straps than Rambo, the movie
Big bird on the Bear back…Banjo-Kazooie!
I seen you in ya lil' video wit' ya lil' pewm-pewm
Take it to the streets, that's the best sport
Ratchet hit Top with the rubber grip: she a escort
Michigan vers' North Carolina
You think this shit better?
Well, this time out, you get the TEC (tech): I ain't Chris Webber
I riddle niggas
Every time I hit these stages, my buzz get a little bigger
Spread all the rumors you want, I been sick of niggas
Benjamin Button: I've been 100 since a little nigga
But you very scary, I mean very, very scary
You gotta have ‘em in my family: it's hereditary
So in my hood, I'm Pootie Tang, or Joe Jackson
The straps off my whip hit waist legendary!
But if he-
I know, I still fucked it up, but it was still fire, tho!
But if he had it, I'd hit his circuit
Take his jewels, he get a lit-up surface
I'm the barber fuckin' ya mama, nigga...
I'll line the kid up perfect
But y'all know what he gon' do...
(*T-Top impression*)
"Houston, how y'all doin' tonight?
I'm 'bout to tell you about a nigga that ain't doin' it right
He was the man at one point in time, but now he losin' the fight..."
Yeah, bitch, you better use it tonight!
Yak Town in this BITCH!
I heard you got some shit you got to talk about Yak
I even brought the bucket, so you could talk about that
But this morning, y'all...I asked Charlie Clips for a li’l spark
You know, I was schemin' about
The nigga DNA walked up
I said, “Bro, this confidential. Don't be speakin’ this out.”
So if y'all see a funny look on my face…
It's ‘cause he said somethin', and DNA was speakin' it out
And we gon' have to fight
Since he the Champ, and look like Leon Spinks in the mouth!
Nigga, you-
He gon' talk about Houston references, rappers that he don't really fuck with, and hoods he ain’t been in, and that’s that
But y'all gon’ watch me drop Top, and Top gon' drop: R.I.P Fat Pat!
But on a more serious note…
(*sings*) Big fat funky Terrelllll....
Big fat funky Terrelllll…
Sing it with me, y'all!
Big fat funky (Terrelllll!)
Son, go, go!
Big fat funky (Terrelllll!)
All right, you should be thankin' me, Melvin
I’m the reason that your shit evolved
2015, you woulda got killed usin' that dope, boy: I'm fentanyl
You should be thankin' me, Melvin
If we battled back then, you wouldn't have took the crown home, Top
But don't get the strap, get the shovel
Twisted Metal: I'm ‘bout to clown on Top!
Talkin' tough on the Internet, like he know me or somethin'
But every time I'm around the Bear, he cool as fuck
He must think I'm Mowgli or somethin'!
But if he in my hood, he better boo-
Naw, I'm on some other shit
Like I'll shoot everybody you really love, let's make that very clear
Hit your bitch, Petey Pablo: that freak'll leak (Freak-a-Leak) everywhere!
Little Peggy Sue fit right in my shoe, and she used to the beef
Oh, this gon' make Top hurt...she must be usin' her teeth!
But let's keep it all the way 100 for a minute
Why you tellin' all these people you sold all that dope when you really didn't, bitch?
I hate these “sold a few nickel-rocks and middleman the ounce, so now they ‘gettin' it'”
My nigga had to buy me a bus ticket to get to his first PG
Ol' funny dude!
You forgot Miltown had to take care of you, my nigga, and keep your stomach full!
So when was you Top-lo Escobar?
When was the sales comin' through?
I mean, was you sellin' the dope...and the money, too!?
He a fraud nigga!
I sold weed, and sold crack
I never sell or move coke
He was with Harold if you seen Melvin and the blue notes
But I already knew, though
My young'un said, “Bro, you gotta kill him”
So I took the boy word
Mouth shot: now he lookin' like Zoidberg!
You ain't grizzly! You a fuckin' Berenstain, Bear!
Shots hit you and Brizz...but you gon' watch me burn Steen, Bear!
It's like that
You brought out a dancin' nigga for JC...I like that
But for the coke, I'll bring another pop to flame Top: it's Mike Jack!
I fuck with Texas!
I pick up, he get a L in the round...the trunk a Lexus
Biscuit out, then I turn it down like I don't fuck with breakfast!
The MAC pop
Kid in House Party: you gettin' laid flat, Top
Problem with me? I'm in Fuquay at every function
Strip bare, then the bear arms on the Bear
BOW! Now the Bear can barely function!
I know about ya bitch, nigga
Why'd you get her pregnant?
Oh, you ain't know he finna be a daddy? (Nah)
Rex told me them back shots so deadly, he call her “Rickey in the alley”
You mad, nigga?
Is you mad, nigga!?
Well, I'm glad, nigga!
‘Cause the Glock is bustin'
Big ratchet, clip full of cold sores
It'll do Top disgusting!
Stupid heaters!
Mo' straps than Rambo, the movie
Big bird on the Bear back…Banjo-Kazooie!
I seen you in ya lil' video wit' ya lil' pewm-pewm
Take it to the streets, that's the best sport
Ratchet hit Top with the rubber grip: she a escort
Michigan vers' North Carolina
You think this shit better?
Well, this time out, you get the TEC (tech): I ain't Chris Webber
I riddle niggas
Every time I hit these stages, my buzz get a little bigger
Spread all the rumors you want, I been sick of niggas
Benjamin Button: I've been 100 since a little nigga
But you very scary, I mean very, very scary
You gotta have ‘em in my family: it's hereditary
So in my hood, I'm Pootie Tang, or Joe Jackson
The straps off my whip hit waist legendary!
But if he-
I know, I still fucked it up, but it was still fire, tho!
But if he had it, I'd hit his circuit
Take his jewels, he get a lit-up surface
I'm the barber fuckin' ya mama, nigga...
I'll line the kid up perfect
But y'all know what he gon' do...
(*T-Top impression*)
"Houston, how y'all doin' tonight?
I'm 'bout to tell you about a nigga that ain't doin' it right
He was the man at one point in time, but now he losin' the fight..."
Yeah, bitch, you better use it tonight!
Yak Town in this BITCH!
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