Tay Roc vs. T-Top (Rematch) URLtv (Ft. Tay Roc & T-Top)

[Round 1: T-Top]
Ayy, it was so hard writin’ for my dawg
I said “damn, where am I gonna start?”
I know to y’all, he appear (a pair) a animal like Noah’s Ark
But I know he soft
You try anything on this stage tonight, and I’ma throw you off
And have Roc(k) on his back like a hot stone massage
Yeah, I know you fraud
I know he fraud
He ain’t never take no trips for them long plays
I told Shine, “It’s a different typa butter in the park, K (Parkay)”
I put soda on the water, make a crystal out of soft clay
Watch it sizzle in the pan, that’s somethin’ you never saw, Tay (sautée)
I had them shootin’ up every night, man my scale was jumpin’
I gave them straps, spoons, needles, anything that could help wit’ somethin’
We ain’t even know the police was there, sometimes you could just tell they comin’
It’s like Midnight Madness, everybody left and had me givin’ out belts for nothin’
Shells is dumpin’
Yeah, I just talked to my plug last week and he told me that some bales is comin’
And if he throw you work you’ll snitch, yeah you could tell he frontin’
Big blade, from the side of your ribcage to yo’ belly button
Or I could make him sit wit’ a thirty, I R. Kelly somethin’
Tell me somethin’
Why you ain’t never learn nothin’ from what the staff offer
I mean, even when yo’ career was bad, awful
All we heard was, “Get that nigga Roc!”, and you ain’t see how it was bad for ya
But now do the inflation, we see how much that gas cost ya
They put Roc in front of a Tank, boy this sound like Donte vers’ Gervonta
I’m on your lawn, Tay
Wit’ a long K
‘Bout to pick a bitch up in front of the crib, it’s a prom date
You know why we don’t get along, Tay?
‘Cause I know you never gave a shit
After the fight, I was on the line everyday wit’ Brizz
Like- like where you wanna take it, kid
Yeah, we kept watchin’ the footage back tryna see who on stage and shit
I seen yo’ man jump front line, yeah he always down to take a risk
I guess Chess was just a pawn that take a risk
Why you ain’t jump in that brawl? Oh it’s makin’ sense
It’s like the police breakin’ up a catfight: Tay’s (tase) a bitch
But do you know the real part that kept makin’ me sick?
It’s how we said a line about a nigga moms and you screamed out, “Say it again!”
Bro it was regular shit
But you put so much emphasis on it, you made it a magnificent moment
Mook thought we was tryna diss while he mournin’
Then some fists got to throwin’
Boy you moonwalked yo’ skinny ass to the back stage
Put glasses on and was back laid
Makes sense to me, ‘cause we know he met his baby mother on backpage
Why you ain’t tell ‘em that, Tay?
I guess I gotta be the shit-starter
Tell ‘em how you was scrollin’ online tryna skip the gays and she became a list-crawler
And had the bitch daughter
Look look look loook look
I’ll hit all ya, I’m rollin’ through ya neighborhood wit’ two straps wit’ me
The sign say 35 but I don’t do that limit
I’m creepin’ in a car wit’ no tints, they like who that wit’ me?
All they see is me smokin’ Roc(k) through a fishbowl like New Jack City
And he a bitch
We ain’t never seen him swing a bit
Joe Dirt: we found out Roc(k) was a piece of shit
And y’all wanna know why I’ma end ‘Titles too?
‘Cause I’m entitled to
A real nigga like Nas album wit’ the N title too
I heard you had a love triangle, and had two men fight for you
Then got mad when they ain’t wanna come and spend nights witchu
See, I got a invite for dude from like midnight to 2
I slide on a Street Fighter, that’s a M. Bison move
Smack, why you been payin’ this nigga pennies bruh
You know he just now gettin’ his own car?
I mean you made Roc see rentals (Roxy Reynolds) his whole fuckin’ career like the pornstar
Who knew I’d be a mogul? I was stuck on my trappin’ shit
I started on the corner then moved up to traffickin’
We was broke wit’ cocaine dreams, nigga that was it
I learned from Craig, when life beatin’ you up, you grab a brick
Ayy Roc, we ain’t have us shit, bro; I really had to pitch these dimes
I had the border locked down on my Brittney grind (Grin’)
You wanna tempt me? Fine
I’ll make this bitch recline
I had the chop’ in the corner like Ric Flair, and I done hit the ‘Title 16 times
Bitch
Bro I done been to Edgewood nigga, I seen y’all world
Niggas press, y’all fold, I done seen y’all curl
Chess can’t even hold his liquor, we done seen y’all hurl
They had to hold the ‘Title up like a ring card girl
Ayy, but I do thank you
For comin’ to see me as a man, I’m too grateful
‘Cause for years he been runnin’ his lips but let his crew save you
Ave, Surf, Chess, I made a few angels
Wit’ bullets the size of Belaire bottles, the blue labels
You lost over half your members and now your crew hate you
So all Top see is a autopsy, yeah that’s the closest he’ll ever make it to a cool table
First Ave and Kannon left, I said, “Damn, what the fuck is this?”
And then Brizz left the group after he seen he was a fuckin’ bitch
We watched you change Chef for Chess and a buncha other Crips
Like if he kept the Wave around, we wouldn’t know this nigga jumpin’ ship
You dumb as shit
That’s why my career’s outlastin’ ya
I’m outclassin’ ya
My gun got probable cause, so whoever ridin’ wit’ him, it’ll takeout passengers
Slowly, we seen your fangs comin’ out; you bit everybody that was down bad for ya
Accusation after accusation, you know how many we can Count, Dracula
The coroner gotta [?] yo’ shit, [?]
I had the White mixed wit’ the Brown: South Africa
I heard you got wit’ a tranny, then kissed your baby moms afterwards
They say you made him a bubble bath wit’ a little bit of lavender
You nasty, bruh
Concrete
Y’all niggas ain’t fuckin’ wit’ me
Concrete
They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ me