[Round 1: Gattas]
What up Blood?!
What up cuz!?
What up Blood?
What up gangsta?
I see you C Walking 'round like you got an S on ya chest
I hope I catch you lackin' in the parkin' lot without a vest on ya chest
Cause you battled a few women but in the booth I'm a different type
Laser beam, make you lose ya Vision, if I lift it right
The K can fuck up a small village, I ain't finna fight
I'll just bring him down to his lowest (Lois) and show y'all a dead Crip tonight (kryptonite)
I'll put this nigga underground forever, I swear this Tre The Truth
And I'm like Dashiki I bought .223s and a baby too
And fuck ya BM, I'll have shots lick her (liquor) if you bring ya lady through
And you know I keep a pistol
I hope Rum is .380 proof
You do all this talkin' shit when you not legit
Act Nutty and ya Blocc get hit
When it come to the bodies I get 'em taken care of, I'm on top of it
And fuck a color, I done blew (blue) Blood's top back, any op'll sit (opposite)
It's .44 bulls and black hawks, I'm from the same city
I've been winnin', Ben Simmons, now you seein' why you can't play wit' me
Guard ya top before you get a scar face, the .40 and the blade wit' me
And you ain't the only Crip I'll cap on (Al Capone), just to be Frank, Nitty
I'm from the 'Raq, where the switch attachment is a key design and all my niggas supplyin' 350 (three .50's) and not the Yeezy kind
I really can beat Rum when I ain't even tryin'
Remy sent the contract, I said, "This a Lil' Flip, an easy sign"
And you don't even rhyme, you need to find somethin' to implement
Wavin' ya arms tryin' to circle ya opponent with that spinnin' shit
Took you light years (Lightyear) to get a Buzz you wasn't meant for this
So I'ma dent ya shit, then hold the .38 sideways, I got in for Nit' (infinite)
I'm overpowering all the gas, I'm high octane
I'll up it and dump it for nothin', I will not change
Try to weave through these bullets and die, get ya top stained
This remind me of Danny Myers
Cause first you was dead beat, then my sister started pole swingin', then finally the pop came
Nick Cannon with the sticks, I'm not playin'
If it jam you can get beat with the drum, big watch, this a block chain
Why you think I'm keepin' a gun?
And with a knife I'll slice across this cord (discord) and from ya cheek through the gums
I don't know what they token (talkin'), but y'all can tell I'm etherin' Rum
And I'ma leave this Crip toe tagged just so you know it's me
Oh you bang blue? Well I'ma cook with .44 mags and I'll open see (C)
I'll get him all whacked for a clean rack, make his set dip, and I Really Mean that
I'm ridin' six deep now where ya team at?
Seven .45's to his top in the whip like Remy in 'Lean Back'
Yo, he thought Gattas was Everclear
His one shot to get lit quick (liquid)
What he didn't expect was me to talk big shit, 'bout how he runs with a bitch clique
I can see errors in Every Fuccin' Bar that Nit' pick (nitpick)
Nigga you love my style
You really a fan now
If I extend an arm it ain't a handshake or hand out
I'll have Rum runnin' through Brooklyn screamin' "Man down!"
He'll see a bitch wit' a big dick and a stick, he think I'm trans now
Get ya bars up bitch nigga
What up Blood?!
What up cuz!?
What up Blood?
What up gangsta?
I see you C Walking 'round like you got an S on ya chest
I hope I catch you lackin' in the parkin' lot without a vest on ya chest
Cause you battled a few women but in the booth I'm a different type
Laser beam, make you lose ya Vision, if I lift it right
The K can fuck up a small village, I ain't finna fight
I'll just bring him down to his lowest (Lois) and show y'all a dead Crip tonight (kryptonite)
I'll put this nigga underground forever, I swear this Tre The Truth
And I'm like Dashiki I bought .223s and a baby too
And fuck ya BM, I'll have shots lick her (liquor) if you bring ya lady through
And you know I keep a pistol
I hope Rum is .380 proof
You do all this talkin' shit when you not legit
Act Nutty and ya Blocc get hit
When it come to the bodies I get 'em taken care of, I'm on top of it
And fuck a color, I done blew (blue) Blood's top back, any op'll sit (opposite)
It's .44 bulls and black hawks, I'm from the same city
I've been winnin', Ben Simmons, now you seein' why you can't play wit' me
Guard ya top before you get a scar face, the .40 and the blade wit' me
And you ain't the only Crip I'll cap on (Al Capone), just to be Frank, Nitty
I'm from the 'Raq, where the switch attachment is a key design and all my niggas supplyin' 350 (three .50's) and not the Yeezy kind
I really can beat Rum when I ain't even tryin'
Remy sent the contract, I said, "This a Lil' Flip, an easy sign"
And you don't even rhyme, you need to find somethin' to implement
Wavin' ya arms tryin' to circle ya opponent with that spinnin' shit
Took you light years (Lightyear) to get a Buzz you wasn't meant for this
So I'ma dent ya shit, then hold the .38 sideways, I got in for Nit' (infinite)
I'm overpowering all the gas, I'm high octane
I'll up it and dump it for nothin', I will not change
Try to weave through these bullets and die, get ya top stained
This remind me of Danny Myers
Cause first you was dead beat, then my sister started pole swingin', then finally the pop came
Nick Cannon with the sticks, I'm not playin'
If it jam you can get beat with the drum, big watch, this a block chain
Why you think I'm keepin' a gun?
And with a knife I'll slice across this cord (discord) and from ya cheek through the gums
I don't know what they token (talkin'), but y'all can tell I'm etherin' Rum
And I'ma leave this Crip toe tagged just so you know it's me
Oh you bang blue? Well I'ma cook with .44 mags and I'll open see (C)
I'll get him all whacked for a clean rack, make his set dip, and I Really Mean that
I'm ridin' six deep now where ya team at?
Seven .45's to his top in the whip like Remy in 'Lean Back'
Yo, he thought Gattas was Everclear
His one shot to get lit quick (liquid)
What he didn't expect was me to talk big shit, 'bout how he runs with a bitch clique
I can see errors in Every Fuccin' Bar that Nit' pick (nitpick)
Nigga you love my style
You really a fan now
If I extend an arm it ain't a handshake or hand out
I'll have Rum runnin' through Brooklyn screamin' "Man down!"
He'll see a bitch wit' a big dick and a stick, he think I'm trans now
Get ya bars up bitch nigga
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