[Round 1: Ms. Hustle]
O’fficial, O’fficial, O’fficial, I wish you wasn’t so predictable
But since I know you, bitch, I came with a counter for all the shit you’ll do
You’re gonna bring up the fight, wow, how original
I mastered your style, let me get in the character route real quick for you
“This bitch ain’t got the Glock on her, she was p-noid
Phara had her breaking on the street like a b-boy
How the fuck she say she gangster and she keep toys?
When Phara grabbed her hair, she was the last dragging like Bruce Leroy
Hustle a whole ho out'cheah, she probably forgave her
The way Phara was around punching back to back, I thought I trained her”
Bitch please
Ming, Ming, Ming
You had your 15 minutes, Phara, bitch, I let you live in that fame
But this the most views you ever had in your life, I let you eat off my name
I mean if you would’ve marketed right, you could’ve been on this stage
But you wasn’t shit after that hit in the summer, you Trinidad James
Bitch, you mad lame, you be thinking you snapping
Bringing up that fight every battle like you was there when it happened
Come to think of it, Ahdi and Born behind all of that rapping
So you’re used to using other people punches to get a reaction
See bitch I’m just asking, you said I couldn’t punch with you, right? Please, mami
This gon’ be a IG model, a mean body
Long nose for the bullshit, don’t need Scottie
Bat to this bitch mouth on stage, now she’s Ozzy
*swoo*, *swoo*, sever your leader, Team Homi
Guaranteed they’ll be looking for prints, King Joffrey
I don’t believe this bitch go ham, she’s aki
Any bitch walking dead like we zombies
Copy, you don’t know who the fuck you’re warring with?
It ain’t nothing to shoot O men then give this whore a click
It’s unfortunate, I heard your little friend and Hemi had a PG, I heard his opponent was a semi sparker
But you, you ain’t showed up to watch him get cooked in front of you, I guess you don’t like Benihanas
I mean the nerve of you, bitch, they said he wrote your raps, Hemi said y’all had a friendly offer
That’s why you got so much drive, I wonder how much Hemi charged her
I mean the shit awkward, all these motherfucking gun bars, I doubt you’ll let a real dessy blow
But me, I don’t hold grudges, I will get it go
[?] piece through your chest, I kill let her know
Jay Rock from South Central, I got the steel ready, yo
And it’s real heavy though, red dot on the cannon like I record with it
Army fatigues on, I go to war with it
I got a sweeper that clean house, I do chores with it
The kick back got me playing tug-o-war with it
You’re not at all with it, you’ll get rocked with the hands, Hov logo
I’ll rock her and you two, I’m so Bono
You pussy, you need a thousand bitches to go loco
One niggas bring two niggas, two niggas bring three, man I’m just trying to catch O solo
So O, you said you was from New Orleans, and you do voodoo, and you [?], bitch please
I’m from Guyana where that shit is a religion, ma
Would’ve thought a nigga was settling down the way we cut them chickens off
When you spit your bars, I don’t believe that shit you talk
You don’t remind me of a voodoo priest, your pen ain’t sticking, doll
I’ve been getting calls, heard you digging up dirt just to use in your intro
Them dirty battle bitches gave you personals, so fuck them as far as friends go
I even heard that Queen of the Ring nigga was giving you info
But you nothing like Smokey, no matter how hard Debo push you, you ain’t getting this win though
Bitch, I been dope, if you say otherwise, it’s a lie yo
I’ll run up on her, ‘cause y’all said I couldn’t by O
Go ‘head and try, O, get exactly what you asked for
I still got a chip on my shoulder from the last whore
I’ll pistol whip you if you look at me wrong, fuck I got to blast for?
Over that grill, the gun will hit hard, just ask Norbes
O’fficial, O’fficial, O’fficial, I wish you wasn’t so predictable
But since I know you, bitch, I came with a counter for all the shit you’ll do
You’re gonna bring up the fight, wow, how original
I mastered your style, let me get in the character route real quick for you
“This bitch ain’t got the Glock on her, she was p-noid
Phara had her breaking on the street like a b-boy
How the fuck she say she gangster and she keep toys?
When Phara grabbed her hair, she was the last dragging like Bruce Leroy
Hustle a whole ho out'cheah, she probably forgave her
The way Phara was around punching back to back, I thought I trained her”
Bitch please
Ming, Ming, Ming
You had your 15 minutes, Phara, bitch, I let you live in that fame
But this the most views you ever had in your life, I let you eat off my name
I mean if you would’ve marketed right, you could’ve been on this stage
But you wasn’t shit after that hit in the summer, you Trinidad James
Bitch, you mad lame, you be thinking you snapping
Bringing up that fight every battle like you was there when it happened
Come to think of it, Ahdi and Born behind all of that rapping
So you’re used to using other people punches to get a reaction
See bitch I’m just asking, you said I couldn’t punch with you, right? Please, mami
This gon’ be a IG model, a mean body
Long nose for the bullshit, don’t need Scottie
Bat to this bitch mouth on stage, now she’s Ozzy
*swoo*, *swoo*, sever your leader, Team Homi
Guaranteed they’ll be looking for prints, King Joffrey
I don’t believe this bitch go ham, she’s aki
Any bitch walking dead like we zombies
Copy, you don’t know who the fuck you’re warring with?
It ain’t nothing to shoot O men then give this whore a click
It’s unfortunate, I heard your little friend and Hemi had a PG, I heard his opponent was a semi sparker
But you, you ain’t showed up to watch him get cooked in front of you, I guess you don’t like Benihanas
I mean the nerve of you, bitch, they said he wrote your raps, Hemi said y’all had a friendly offer
That’s why you got so much drive, I wonder how much Hemi charged her
I mean the shit awkward, all these motherfucking gun bars, I doubt you’ll let a real dessy blow
But me, I don’t hold grudges, I will get it go
[?] piece through your chest, I kill let her know
Jay Rock from South Central, I got the steel ready, yo
And it’s real heavy though, red dot on the cannon like I record with it
Army fatigues on, I go to war with it
I got a sweeper that clean house, I do chores with it
The kick back got me playing tug-o-war with it
You’re not at all with it, you’ll get rocked with the hands, Hov logo
I’ll rock her and you two, I’m so Bono
You pussy, you need a thousand bitches to go loco
One niggas bring two niggas, two niggas bring three, man I’m just trying to catch O solo
So O, you said you was from New Orleans, and you do voodoo, and you [?], bitch please
I’m from Guyana where that shit is a religion, ma
Would’ve thought a nigga was settling down the way we cut them chickens off
When you spit your bars, I don’t believe that shit you talk
You don’t remind me of a voodoo priest, your pen ain’t sticking, doll
I’ve been getting calls, heard you digging up dirt just to use in your intro
Them dirty battle bitches gave you personals, so fuck them as far as friends go
I even heard that Queen of the Ring nigga was giving you info
But you nothing like Smokey, no matter how hard Debo push you, you ain’t getting this win though
Bitch, I been dope, if you say otherwise, it’s a lie yo
I’ll run up on her, ‘cause y’all said I couldn’t by O
Go ‘head and try, O, get exactly what you asked for
I still got a chip on my shoulder from the last whore
I’ll pistol whip you if you look at me wrong, fuck I got to blast for?
Over that grill, the gun will hit hard, just ask Norbes
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