[Round 1: Mackk Myron]
I'll pop up on Bill ready to air the nigga
Old pistol, family matters, it's a rare condition
In this day and age? Bill, you gotta be fuckin' ready
Now we got a threat, vs. a nigga who look back in the mirror and give hisself a wedgie
Bill Collector
The heavy name with the lightest pen
For 100K I'll put on a Mask, alrighty then
Cleary, I'm seein' green, it ain't a Heineken
Crossin' niggas in Pennsylvania like Iverson
Oh it get tirin' but it's people you expirin'
You know you fire when
You got fans out in Ireland
And their requirements
For Mackk to Michael Myers shit
I'll body you and skate with the stick, Steve Iverman
Violent shit
Heat when we comin'
I'll let a hollow tip shine like E.T. or somethin'
Now correct me, y'all think he 'bout to beat me or somethin'?
Bill my little brother, he can't beat me at nothin'
Show me respect and watch who you talkin' to with manners
Get pistol whipped, your left eye on your shirt, welcome to Atlanta
I'm walkin' with a hammer
The .38 spit, Bill the handle got a curl like DJ Quik
As a child, I want to know, were you laughed at?
Did someone touch you? Do you want to talk to get past that?
Were you a schoolboy turned gangster, like Class Act?
The way I show out (Showout) with punches, does it give you flashbacks?
I can CashApp and [?] off the phone apps
I trap so much I'm almost Firm my 'Phone Tap'
Sellin' nicks through zips, Bill I had the ingredients
I learned how to eyeball watchin' my grandma with the seasonin'
[?] point blank range he pop
I'll put your face in ya chest like that fake ass chain you got
Change the plot
He shouldn't be runnin' his damn mouth
I'll walk up, angry beaver, shoot up ya dam(n) house
You? Not 'bout nothin'
We hop out? BG 'bout to Knoccout somethin'
What strip you claim?
What fiend you had pop-lock krumpin'?
He look dirty, I can tell that his block not jumpin'
Bill, my homie put me on, my block got pumpin'
He threw zips, I started cryin' when I got my onions
I'm from the Yak, you think the Glock not dumpin'?
Just know, we take a long walk in the park after dark, Jill Scott not comin'
I ain't gon' play wit' Bill
I got somethin' I wanna say to Bill
Whoever around you, Claire Huxtable, can lay wit' Bill
Inf' beam, you see this ray, it ain't theta pill
Coinstar, I brought nickels and tre's for Bill
Pontiac nigga
I'll pop up on Bill ready to air the nigga
Old pistol, family matters, it's a rare condition
In this day and age? Bill, you gotta be fuckin' ready
Now we got a threat, vs. a nigga who look back in the mirror and give hisself a wedgie
Bill Collector
The heavy name with the lightest pen
For 100K I'll put on a Mask, alrighty then
Cleary, I'm seein' green, it ain't a Heineken
Crossin' niggas in Pennsylvania like Iverson
Oh it get tirin' but it's people you expirin'
You know you fire when
You got fans out in Ireland
And their requirements
For Mackk to Michael Myers shit
I'll body you and skate with the stick, Steve Iverman
Violent shit
Heat when we comin'
I'll let a hollow tip shine like E.T. or somethin'
Now correct me, y'all think he 'bout to beat me or somethin'?
Bill my little brother, he can't beat me at nothin'
Show me respect and watch who you talkin' to with manners
Get pistol whipped, your left eye on your shirt, welcome to Atlanta
I'm walkin' with a hammer
The .38 spit, Bill the handle got a curl like DJ Quik
As a child, I want to know, were you laughed at?
Did someone touch you? Do you want to talk to get past that?
Were you a schoolboy turned gangster, like Class Act?
The way I show out (Showout) with punches, does it give you flashbacks?
I can CashApp and [?] off the phone apps
I trap so much I'm almost Firm my 'Phone Tap'
Sellin' nicks through zips, Bill I had the ingredients
I learned how to eyeball watchin' my grandma with the seasonin'
[?] point blank range he pop
I'll put your face in ya chest like that fake ass chain you got
Change the plot
He shouldn't be runnin' his damn mouth
I'll walk up, angry beaver, shoot up ya dam(n) house
You? Not 'bout nothin'
We hop out? BG 'bout to Knoccout somethin'
What strip you claim?
What fiend you had pop-lock krumpin'?
He look dirty, I can tell that his block not jumpin'
Bill, my homie put me on, my block got pumpin'
He threw zips, I started cryin' when I got my onions
I'm from the Yak, you think the Glock not dumpin'?
Just know, we take a long walk in the park after dark, Jill Scott not comin'
I ain't gon' play wit' Bill
I got somethin' I wanna say to Bill
Whoever around you, Claire Huxtable, can lay wit' Bill
Inf' beam, you see this ray, it ain't theta pill
Coinstar, I brought nickels and tre's for Bill
Pontiac nigga
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