[Round 1: Brixx Belvy]
(*clap, clap, clap, clap*)
Number one reason we can't pass your torch back...you’re wack
Nah, it's ‘cause a rookie can treat yo' format like it’s a floor mat
I'm even more mad that you follow the prints and hand-me-down kicks, but claim you on your own warpath
You're bad
Been worked on Bullpen so much, boy, you're staff
Might kill John, then pull up wit' a mill' (meal) on Will (wheel) like DoorDash
BOW! I introduce my pops to your dad
BOW! A pussy clean out of sync (sink) like a whore bath
You're trash...
Where y'all find him at?
I seen these brackets wit’ my prize attached
We gon’ start wit' Hays (Hey’s) like a private chat
Wait, is “Hays” a way to say “Syah” back?
‘Cause when you reverse “Hays”, it's rеally-
Syah wack!
I ain't listenin' when Syah rap!
I got the Dеvil on my shoulder wit’ my soul, bruh...tryna get me to buy it back!
I'm straightforward, no rewindin' back
I'm def' (deaf) goin' postal - you literally had to sign for that
So jump stupid
I'm real ignant wit' real demons
Guns shootin', still grippin', I'm still beamin'
Run, doofus - I'm still hittin', he still leakin'
Is we done shootin'? He's still Twitchin', he's still streamin'!
I wear the #1 headband, nigga! I'm tool-poppin'!
I'll throw you #2s in a bag: I'm school-shoppin'
Rug' cock it, no talkin', I'm in a rage
I get the curve and leave y'all on red (read) for sendin' Hays (Hey's)
Wait, I get the mop or maybe the shotty bangin'
‘Cause how these niggas move these days, it got me changin'
Fah! He leakin' the fluid his body came wit'
Fah! Fah! He no longer, oop- dang...
Fah! He leakin' the fluid his body came wit'
Fah! Fah! He no longer fluent in body language
Cocky statements
The crown I really took it
I said I'd battle Hays and wow, y'all really booked it
I'm the best to set foot in this bitch if we really lookin'
Don't they say you put your foot in some shit when you really cookin'?
He really pussy, doin' the most wit' the least ratchets
You wanna die? Keep at it
Rounds increase sleep patterns
And I got a clip and a stick full of rematches!
Fo'-five loaded, then I'm (denim) coatin' like a jean jacket
Nigga, y'all killin' me, sayin' believability is a factor
But if he lack the skills, then how you still believe ability is a factor?
Oh, it ain't about skills, it's about pride
You rob me in here? Well, we gon' rob you outside
That 50 thou' mine, nigga
(*clap, clap, clap, clap*)
Number one reason we can't pass your torch back...you’re wack
Nah, it's ‘cause a rookie can treat yo' format like it’s a floor mat
I'm even more mad that you follow the prints and hand-me-down kicks, but claim you on your own warpath
You're bad
Been worked on Bullpen so much, boy, you're staff
Might kill John, then pull up wit' a mill' (meal) on Will (wheel) like DoorDash
BOW! I introduce my pops to your dad
BOW! A pussy clean out of sync (sink) like a whore bath
You're trash...
Where y'all find him at?
I seen these brackets wit’ my prize attached
We gon’ start wit' Hays (Hey’s) like a private chat
Wait, is “Hays” a way to say “Syah” back?
‘Cause when you reverse “Hays”, it's rеally-
Syah wack!
I ain't listenin' when Syah rap!
I got the Dеvil on my shoulder wit’ my soul, bruh...tryna get me to buy it back!
I'm straightforward, no rewindin' back
I'm def' (deaf) goin' postal - you literally had to sign for that
So jump stupid
I'm real ignant wit' real demons
Guns shootin', still grippin', I'm still beamin'
Run, doofus - I'm still hittin', he still leakin'
Is we done shootin'? He's still Twitchin', he's still streamin'!
I wear the #1 headband, nigga! I'm tool-poppin'!
I'll throw you #2s in a bag: I'm school-shoppin'
Rug' cock it, no talkin', I'm in a rage
I get the curve and leave y'all on red (read) for sendin' Hays (Hey's)
Wait, I get the mop or maybe the shotty bangin'
‘Cause how these niggas move these days, it got me changin'
Fah! He leakin' the fluid his body came wit'
Fah! Fah! He no longer, oop- dang...
Fah! He leakin' the fluid his body came wit'
Fah! Fah! He no longer fluent in body language
Cocky statements
The crown I really took it
I said I'd battle Hays and wow, y'all really booked it
I'm the best to set foot in this bitch if we really lookin'
Don't they say you put your foot in some shit when you really cookin'?
He really pussy, doin' the most wit' the least ratchets
You wanna die? Keep at it
Rounds increase sleep patterns
And I got a clip and a stick full of rematches!
Fo'-five loaded, then I'm (denim) coatin' like a jean jacket
Nigga, y'all killin' me, sayin' believability is a factor
But if he lack the skills, then how you still believe ability is a factor?
Oh, it ain't about skills, it's about pride
You rob me in here? Well, we gon' rob you outside
That 50 thou' mine, nigga
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