[Round 1: Jaz The Rapper]
On April 12th, 12:13 PM
You asked Twitter if there was anybody that could fuck you
Y'all chill with that laughin' shit
I mean, you said it wasn't you and somebody logged in with yo' pass and shit
How much followers you have?
I know you hype you got your Twitter back and shit
So we got Freaky Gotti versus...nigga I'll hack ya shit
If y'all don't remember how I does...nah suck my dick!
Now I'm finna flex
For ten years they've been askin' when I'm gon' give a nigga wreck
I've been watchin'
I've been plannin'
I wanna take down the biggest threat
Bardashians the gang
Y'all wanna know why I'm Kim? Cause after I fuck this nigga, shit gon' break the internet
I'm Hawk shit, I talk shit
I'm from Brooklyn, this how a bitch from New York get
Be easy, this ain't the first time a Compton nigga died for fuckin' with the wrong bitch
But what's up with you Geechi?
I'm tryin' to see what ya stamina like
What the fuck's up?
Bay wanna see my sexy side, so I came with the pumps up
He gon' try to sneak a back shot, but I'm tryin' to leave him dumb struck
I knew how he was comin' so I changed positions
I'm 'bout to fuck this Nut' up
I'm tryin' to see this whole bastard's death
All I want is headshots, go and grab the text (TEC)
Codeword: Geechi braids
(What that mean?)
Don't go past the neck
Pussy
What's all that Twitter thumbin' about?
You talk to much, I'ma shoot you 'til ya tongue comin' out
Y'all wanna know if I spit or swallow? Don't matter I'm still catchin' a Nut' in the mouth
Fans at home like, "Oh my God. I'm never seen Jaz like this
She's goin' beast on niggas. It's unheard."
Yung Berg, I'm rebranding myself to put beats on niggas
But you Nutty Blocc, right?
I can't leave this nigga spared
Do him greasy, you did Summer Madness? I did Summer Madness too they all seen me
I'ma do you bad, shit gon' feel like Summer Madness 2 please believe me
Cause his mom identified a body like, "This shit Nutty. Where's Beasley?"
So this is what it's like to battle Champion Of The Year
You think we don't know when you chokin'?
You adlib yourself
He's more like Champion Of The 'Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.'
You my man, but you've been gettin' lazy
I didn't even wanna do you like this
See niggas started callin' you "the GOAT"
You started slackin', freestylin', and you even got fat
Shit, you movin' like Clips
How much you weigh? 'Bout 250?
Damn, I'll dump him in a lake
Prepare to bring order
But once I lift this negro's spiritual, imagine how much he weighed ('Wade) In The Water'
Now detective's brought the body up, tryin' to figure out what happened
All they seen was somethin' pale, bloated and gut hangin', like Viixen The Assassin
Nigga I don't like kids, but I'll make you think I love tots
And have me babysit yo' son, you'll think it's cool but it was not
Soon as you skiiiiirt, I left that little nigga off on a Blood block
Blue rag on the stroller, his onsie with ya mugshot
Guns blaze, I ain't the type to spill tea but his mug hot
Y'all really be sweatin' every fuckin' bar like the club hot
Got the semi, livin' with more holes (hoes) than a truck stop
Call my gun "Hustle" cause this big bitch back out like "Fuck Roc"
They said for me to take you, I got heart
I say for him to take me, he better have the sharpest thoughts
I'm one of the best defensive players, I sure home Marcus Smart
Cause if you lose tonight I swear to God that shit gonna be damagin'
Throughout these rounds I'ma expose what type of weak ass man you is
Excuse me Mr. CODY, don't start panicking
You ain't eat ya Wheaties? Cool, serial (cereal) to his mouth, this a breakfast for Champions
The nigga get dismantled, fill your vigil up with candles
Kyrie vs. Derozan, I will beat a Compton nigga with the handle
BAOW
That's for using me on your show cause I bring the most traffic to you
BAOW
That's for dissin' me vs. Cal', I was on yo' side clappin' for you
BAOW
That's for runnin' out of bottles at ya party, it took an hour to travel to you
BAOW, that's for K-Shine yellin' at me cause I reacted to you
And this is how you repay me?
I don't get free bottles or nothin'?
I'm 'bout to cause dumb hell
50 round drum? Nah, I made a long story short just to put it in a Nut shell
Smack, where the refs? Cause you gon' need a whistle comin' out
You let A. Ward beat you again?
At home?
And you paid him?
I would've put a pistol to his scalp
Lux said you look like Queen Latifah, so you should've Set It Off
You gave him Mad Money
I would've been Bringing Down The House
You can't beat that boy from KC, Missouri? Yo this man is shitty
You do battle rap, merch, hair, I know finding time for your family's tricky
You do podcasts, give away turkeys, yo this man is busy
You swear you a boss, right?
Well how a Chief keep havin' problems with Kansas City?
Now I'ma say somethin' we all wanted to say
The only reason yo' simple ass blew up is cause of yo' Cali Crip image
At one point I thought it was a battle rap gimmick
But then I realized that it isn't
Y'all YouTube "Geechi Gotti Proposes", if I'm lyin' I'm flyin'
This nigga hid behind his girl with the ring but he was in that bitch jail posing
My nigga, you couldn't get on one knee?
You even gangsta in a man's biggest moment?
We get it, you Crip, but you take that shit way too serious
Like Anwar when he's bowling
And when it's real you can tell, you can see it in they eyes
Go 'head, make these niggas believe them lies
My nigga time
On April 12th, 12:13 PM
You asked Twitter if there was anybody that could fuck you
Y'all chill with that laughin' shit
I mean, you said it wasn't you and somebody logged in with yo' pass and shit
How much followers you have?
I know you hype you got your Twitter back and shit
So we got Freaky Gotti versus...nigga I'll hack ya shit
If y'all don't remember how I does...nah suck my dick!
Now I'm finna flex
For ten years they've been askin' when I'm gon' give a nigga wreck
I've been watchin'
I've been plannin'
I wanna take down the biggest threat
Bardashians the gang
Y'all wanna know why I'm Kim? Cause after I fuck this nigga, shit gon' break the internet
I'm Hawk shit, I talk shit
I'm from Brooklyn, this how a bitch from New York get
Be easy, this ain't the first time a Compton nigga died for fuckin' with the wrong bitch
But what's up with you Geechi?
I'm tryin' to see what ya stamina like
What the fuck's up?
Bay wanna see my sexy side, so I came with the pumps up
He gon' try to sneak a back shot, but I'm tryin' to leave him dumb struck
I knew how he was comin' so I changed positions
I'm 'bout to fuck this Nut' up
I'm tryin' to see this whole bastard's death
All I want is headshots, go and grab the text (TEC)
Codeword: Geechi braids
(What that mean?)
Don't go past the neck
Pussy
What's all that Twitter thumbin' about?
You talk to much, I'ma shoot you 'til ya tongue comin' out
Y'all wanna know if I spit or swallow? Don't matter I'm still catchin' a Nut' in the mouth
Fans at home like, "Oh my God. I'm never seen Jaz like this
She's goin' beast on niggas. It's unheard."
Yung Berg, I'm rebranding myself to put beats on niggas
But you Nutty Blocc, right?
I can't leave this nigga spared
Do him greasy, you did Summer Madness? I did Summer Madness too they all seen me
I'ma do you bad, shit gon' feel like Summer Madness 2 please believe me
Cause his mom identified a body like, "This shit Nutty. Where's Beasley?"
So this is what it's like to battle Champion Of The Year
You think we don't know when you chokin'?
You adlib yourself
He's more like Champion Of The 'Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.'
You my man, but you've been gettin' lazy
I didn't even wanna do you like this
See niggas started callin' you "the GOAT"
You started slackin', freestylin', and you even got fat
Shit, you movin' like Clips
How much you weigh? 'Bout 250?
Damn, I'll dump him in a lake
Prepare to bring order
But once I lift this negro's spiritual, imagine how much he weighed ('Wade) In The Water'
Now detective's brought the body up, tryin' to figure out what happened
All they seen was somethin' pale, bloated and gut hangin', like Viixen The Assassin
Nigga I don't like kids, but I'll make you think I love tots
And have me babysit yo' son, you'll think it's cool but it was not
Soon as you skiiiiirt, I left that little nigga off on a Blood block
Blue rag on the stroller, his onsie with ya mugshot
Guns blaze, I ain't the type to spill tea but his mug hot
Y'all really be sweatin' every fuckin' bar like the club hot
Got the semi, livin' with more holes (hoes) than a truck stop
Call my gun "Hustle" cause this big bitch back out like "Fuck Roc"
They said for me to take you, I got heart
I say for him to take me, he better have the sharpest thoughts
I'm one of the best defensive players, I sure home Marcus Smart
Cause if you lose tonight I swear to God that shit gonna be damagin'
Throughout these rounds I'ma expose what type of weak ass man you is
Excuse me Mr. CODY, don't start panicking
You ain't eat ya Wheaties? Cool, serial (cereal) to his mouth, this a breakfast for Champions
The nigga get dismantled, fill your vigil up with candles
Kyrie vs. Derozan, I will beat a Compton nigga with the handle
BAOW
That's for using me on your show cause I bring the most traffic to you
BAOW
That's for dissin' me vs. Cal', I was on yo' side clappin' for you
BAOW
That's for runnin' out of bottles at ya party, it took an hour to travel to you
BAOW, that's for K-Shine yellin' at me cause I reacted to you
And this is how you repay me?
I don't get free bottles or nothin'?
I'm 'bout to cause dumb hell
50 round drum? Nah, I made a long story short just to put it in a Nut shell
Smack, where the refs? Cause you gon' need a whistle comin' out
You let A. Ward beat you again?
At home?
And you paid him?
I would've put a pistol to his scalp
Lux said you look like Queen Latifah, so you should've Set It Off
You gave him Mad Money
I would've been Bringing Down The House
You can't beat that boy from KC, Missouri? Yo this man is shitty
You do battle rap, merch, hair, I know finding time for your family's tricky
You do podcasts, give away turkeys, yo this man is busy
You swear you a boss, right?
Well how a Chief keep havin' problems with Kansas City?
Now I'ma say somethin' we all wanted to say
The only reason yo' simple ass blew up is cause of yo' Cali Crip image
At one point I thought it was a battle rap gimmick
But then I realized that it isn't
Y'all YouTube "Geechi Gotti Proposes", if I'm lyin' I'm flyin'
This nigga hid behind his girl with the ring but he was in that bitch jail posing
My nigga, you couldn't get on one knee?
You even gangsta in a man's biggest moment?
We get it, you Crip, but you take that shit way too serious
Like Anwar when he's bowling
And when it's real you can tell, you can see it in they eyes
Go 'head, make these niggas believe them lies
My nigga time
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