[Round 1: Hitman Holla]
First off moment of silence for Phara and Shooney
Let me guess Con'
If shit get out of hand you gon pull out that big machine like this
Shut up!
You look like the type of nigga that swing like this
Nigga I'm from St. Louis where all year round nigga it's chrome season
Chill Con'...you know I'm known for making Worldstar...for the wrong reasons
You ain't heard? I'm a boss, I ain't gotta let that tooly go
I point and give my Wolves the assist, I'm like Rubio
Y'all put Jada' in his prime versus Coolio?
A 3rd street corner on an island with Julio
Con', rap about your wardrobe, some shit that you really got
Don't rap about a war role, shit that you ain't never shot
All you know is Polo, Fendi on the buckle
What you know about a solo 30 minute scuffle?
What you know about gang fights? 30 niggas rush you
And ya head on a swivel cause a nigga might cut you
Nothing... I done been involved with that
And still found time to make the playoffs, my stats
In High School and college, I'm a boss with that
And I ain't never had a job, I got it all from rap
Matter fact, fuck a convo, I'm pretty sure Con know
I'm wild, Congo, he a Muppet, Gonzo
I send shots that you couldn't block with Alonzo
Boy stop we can box, I'll beat 'em blindfold
Yeah, you on Wild N Out, so?
What he signed for?
I hurt Con and take him out of that season like Rondo
Meet his ass in Brooklyn like, "Nigga what you lying for?"
Take his body with me drag 'em across the Verazzano
I give 'em 30 at the half
You better call a timeout before ya fans find out
You floating and they find you in the water like Lebron house
Witnesses like, "We saw a man in front of Con house"
Ding ding ding, yeah stupid I'm who they talkin bout
P.S. ya songs ass Con you ain't got no tracks buzzing
Delivery trash you act foul but won't hack nothing
All you got is bars, nothing else, I don't lack nothing
I volunteered to coach this bitch nigga, I'm Pat Summitt
You 4'11" chill you wouldn't attack nothing
You shooting? A room full of balls you wouldn't clap nothing Pause, I get my hands on Con, I'll snap something
Punch him in his chest and fuck around break his back from it
You don't really want that action, you worried about matching
Con you's a bitch cause my bitch could fit ya jacket
New York I ain't bragging, but a nigga living good
And rich I'm not that, son, house, cars, yeah I got that
Con 4 years older than me and still live with his mama
So bragging is what a Goofy do
If I live with my mama my closet would be Gucci too
Con' I was in Miami, you don't even have a car
But you flossing like you ball
What's the point of red bottoms if you walking to the mall?
I ain't X, I ain't gon talk about priorities nigga
But transportation over shoes mean more to me nigga
And your style is the next decline, me? I'm electrifying
This science class, I transform I'm dissecting con
"If that was me, I would've a fucked both y'all up I would've took 'em to the roof, made both y'all jump"
Shotgun you a fraud, you wanna bully your way
So what you pushed on Bill, why you ain't do that to Swave?
What we supposed to be spooked because you brung Watts?
Fuck Shotgun Suge, we'll have Suge gunshot
And all you niggas bringing props to win, I ain't with that
If Holla bring a prop that bitch gon come with a kickback
Soon as I lift that, watch a nigga load it up
That bitch go KABOOM!
Lil brother gon have to hold me up!
You niggas bringing props to win, I ain't with that
If Holla bring a prop that bitch gon come with a kickback
If Holla bring a prop that bitch gon come with a kickback
Soon as I lift that, watch a nigga load it
Soon as I lift that, watch a nigga load it
That bitch go KABOOM!
That bitch go KABOOM!
That bitch go KABOOM!
Lil brother gon have to hold me up!!!
BALL GAME NIGGA!
What's big money to small change?
Two words after this... BALL GAME!
First off moment of silence for Phara and Shooney
Let me guess Con'
If shit get out of hand you gon pull out that big machine like this
Shut up!
You look like the type of nigga that swing like this
Nigga I'm from St. Louis where all year round nigga it's chrome season
Chill Con'...you know I'm known for making Worldstar...for the wrong reasons
You ain't heard? I'm a boss, I ain't gotta let that tooly go
I point and give my Wolves the assist, I'm like Rubio
Y'all put Jada' in his prime versus Coolio?
A 3rd street corner on an island with Julio
Con', rap about your wardrobe, some shit that you really got
Don't rap about a war role, shit that you ain't never shot
All you know is Polo, Fendi on the buckle
What you know about a solo 30 minute scuffle?
What you know about gang fights? 30 niggas rush you
And ya head on a swivel cause a nigga might cut you
Nothing... I done been involved with that
And still found time to make the playoffs, my stats
In High School and college, I'm a boss with that
And I ain't never had a job, I got it all from rap
Matter fact, fuck a convo, I'm pretty sure Con know
I'm wild, Congo, he a Muppet, Gonzo
I send shots that you couldn't block with Alonzo
Boy stop we can box, I'll beat 'em blindfold
Yeah, you on Wild N Out, so?
What he signed for?
I hurt Con and take him out of that season like Rondo
Meet his ass in Brooklyn like, "Nigga what you lying for?"
Take his body with me drag 'em across the Verazzano
I give 'em 30 at the half
You better call a timeout before ya fans find out
You floating and they find you in the water like Lebron house
Witnesses like, "We saw a man in front of Con house"
Ding ding ding, yeah stupid I'm who they talkin bout
P.S. ya songs ass Con you ain't got no tracks buzzing
Delivery trash you act foul but won't hack nothing
All you got is bars, nothing else, I don't lack nothing
I volunteered to coach this bitch nigga, I'm Pat Summitt
You 4'11" chill you wouldn't attack nothing
You shooting? A room full of balls you wouldn't clap nothing Pause, I get my hands on Con, I'll snap something
Punch him in his chest and fuck around break his back from it
You don't really want that action, you worried about matching
Con you's a bitch cause my bitch could fit ya jacket
New York I ain't bragging, but a nigga living good
And rich I'm not that, son, house, cars, yeah I got that
Con 4 years older than me and still live with his mama
So bragging is what a Goofy do
If I live with my mama my closet would be Gucci too
Con' I was in Miami, you don't even have a car
But you flossing like you ball
What's the point of red bottoms if you walking to the mall?
I ain't X, I ain't gon talk about priorities nigga
But transportation over shoes mean more to me nigga
And your style is the next decline, me? I'm electrifying
This science class, I transform I'm dissecting con
"If that was me, I would've a fucked both y'all up I would've took 'em to the roof, made both y'all jump"
Shotgun you a fraud, you wanna bully your way
So what you pushed on Bill, why you ain't do that to Swave?
What we supposed to be spooked because you brung Watts?
Fuck Shotgun Suge, we'll have Suge gunshot
And all you niggas bringing props to win, I ain't with that
If Holla bring a prop that bitch gon come with a kickback
Soon as I lift that, watch a nigga load it up
That bitch go KABOOM!
Lil brother gon have to hold me up!
You niggas bringing props to win, I ain't with that
If Holla bring a prop that bitch gon come with a kickback
If Holla bring a prop that bitch gon come with a kickback
Soon as I lift that, watch a nigga load it
Soon as I lift that, watch a nigga load it
That bitch go KABOOM!
That bitch go KABOOM!
That bitch go KABOOM!
Lil brother gon have to hold me up!!!
BALL GAME NIGGA!
What's big money to small change?
Two words after this... BALL GAME!
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