[Round 1: Jakkboy Maine]
You know what I don't understand?
...Is the nerve of a nigga
Like, even though I keep the- and he ain’t heard of a nigga
I'ma murderer nigga
I'll put a bomb in ya bitch pussy and don’t look like ooh what, for surely
You remember Kirby?
Yeah, the pink blew up
Nigga you nuts if you thinkin' I ain't gon' clutch it and then gon' pull it
You'll need Care, Bear
If Bear flare he'll bear hug a bullet
Put my foot up on his neck, and I keep pullin' tryin’ to pop it off
My mans like, "Jakk he dead."
And I’m like, "Yeah. This is just to Top it off."
Nigga knock it off
Talk about John, ya mom's dog, I’ma cane that bitch
Off a clip, I'ma stay on that bitch
He like, "I just want peace. You understand that shit?"
My nigga please, she gettin' buried at the beach and I demand that shit
He like, "This is cool. How can we make it smooth?"
I'ma sand that bitch
59 hours, you gon’ spam that shit
So TT die, you know me aye
And death's (deaf's) how I communicate, so TT why (TTY)
You gon' see me slide, with a rifle too, extra rounds, hikin' boots
He yelled out, "Jakk can you spare me?"
I said, "I can't Bear (bare) the sight of you."
Alright my dude, I'll dust y'all
He like, "I rap better"
Man, I clap better
He like, "We trap better."
That sound like map treasure
And the tracker got the App set up
So first it's shoot, then a suit, then Death At A Funeral cause that's pressure
So it's bucket (buck it), fitted, then snap back, that's how my hats set up
I am that better
Putting 30 in ya moms, ya wifey and won't stop for shit
One in the head, I Top the clip
Newspaper; they on the top of this
Extension, after extension after extension, I was poppin' clips
And then my bitch left me
Cause she asked me where I had been, I told her, "Droppin' dick."
I am not for shit
Go ahead and hate and tell 'em Flamez my big homie, phony, let's go wit' that
Cause the truth? Shit, I'd prolly get indicted if I had told you that
You gossipin' bitch: KeKe
Then I rub it in: T Tree
And when I blam the can', blame Coca Cola man
For this flame on Top: hehe
Nigga meet me, we can take it there
For the lies you tell, I'll break a Bear
You listenin', play it back, hidden nanny cam' replace a Bear
Repeatin' what you heard 'bout
But before he heard baow, he scat and sprout from there
Like, "Peace y'all, I'm outta there."
Then the piece BLAOW his outer ear
Is y'all sittin' there?
He gon' tell y'all 'bout Twork, Drugz, The Goonies, Flame-, it's all lies
It's Cheryl Underwood, Star Jones and Wendy Williams are our side
Wanna be Mona Scott Young and Shaunie O'Neal with all pride
Take real players, add lies, then sell it to be televised
Rap
You know what I don't understand?
...Is the nerve of a nigga
Like, even though I keep the- and he ain’t heard of a nigga
I'ma murderer nigga
I'll put a bomb in ya bitch pussy and don’t look like ooh what, for surely
You remember Kirby?
Yeah, the pink blew up
Nigga you nuts if you thinkin' I ain't gon' clutch it and then gon' pull it
You'll need Care, Bear
If Bear flare he'll bear hug a bullet
Put my foot up on his neck, and I keep pullin' tryin’ to pop it off
My mans like, "Jakk he dead."
And I’m like, "Yeah. This is just to Top it off."
Nigga knock it off
Talk about John, ya mom's dog, I’ma cane that bitch
Off a clip, I'ma stay on that bitch
He like, "I just want peace. You understand that shit?"
My nigga please, she gettin' buried at the beach and I demand that shit
He like, "This is cool. How can we make it smooth?"
I'ma sand that bitch
59 hours, you gon’ spam that shit
So TT die, you know me aye
And death's (deaf's) how I communicate, so TT why (TTY)
You gon' see me slide, with a rifle too, extra rounds, hikin' boots
He yelled out, "Jakk can you spare me?"
I said, "I can't Bear (bare) the sight of you."
Alright my dude, I'll dust y'all
He like, "I rap better"
Man, I clap better
He like, "We trap better."
That sound like map treasure
And the tracker got the App set up
So first it's shoot, then a suit, then Death At A Funeral cause that's pressure
So it's bucket (buck it), fitted, then snap back, that's how my hats set up
I am that better
Putting 30 in ya moms, ya wifey and won't stop for shit
One in the head, I Top the clip
Newspaper; they on the top of this
Extension, after extension after extension, I was poppin' clips
And then my bitch left me
Cause she asked me where I had been, I told her, "Droppin' dick."
I am not for shit
Go ahead and hate and tell 'em Flamez my big homie, phony, let's go wit' that
Cause the truth? Shit, I'd prolly get indicted if I had told you that
You gossipin' bitch: KeKe
Then I rub it in: T Tree
And when I blam the can', blame Coca Cola man
For this flame on Top: hehe
Nigga meet me, we can take it there
For the lies you tell, I'll break a Bear
You listenin', play it back, hidden nanny cam' replace a Bear
Repeatin' what you heard 'bout
But before he heard baow, he scat and sprout from there
Like, "Peace y'all, I'm outta there."
Then the piece BLAOW his outer ear
Is y'all sittin' there?
He gon' tell y'all 'bout Twork, Drugz, The Goonies, Flame-, it's all lies
It's Cheryl Underwood, Star Jones and Wendy Williams are our side
Wanna be Mona Scott Young and Shaunie O'Neal with all pride
Take real players, add lies, then sell it to be televised
Rap
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