[Round 1: Loso]
Ayo first off, for me even takin' this, you lucky
It be a lot of smilin' and teeth showin' in yo' battles...you ugly
I mean if you G after this- aye yo why the hell did I choose Money?
You know what? Let's stay serious
They gave me two weeks for Money I knew I had to make him pay, period
You ain't nearin' this, type of level that's been given in my speech
I been focused, ain't an ounce of Ritalin in me
Boy I wrote these rounds in the middle of the week
To show you Bagz is under I (eye) like a little bit of sleep
What up Timothy Junior McNair
Boy I'll admit, I was surprised when you was on the flier
Not cause you was on it, I just didn't think y'all could get me Money Bagz without Nikiya
But see, y'all a liar, tellin' me "Money nice"
I said, protect ya plate holmes or get a couple strikes
You should've never took the battle
Tuck ya pride and make a duck call like Uncle Si
Wait, wait, wait, Team Homi?
Brother, everything about you screams, "I love my life."
Boy, you couldn't be real on a drunken night
You make up (makeup) everything like an ugly wife
Listen, I'm talkin' AK's, shotti's, Rugers, guns and knives
Cool, when you know I've come to fight
Left jabs, step back and I sunk a right
Then I need (knee'd) more Money like I upped the price
They told me, "Son is nice!"
Yo, how much they pay you for this battle?
Nothing?
Boy they do you very wrong
You be askin' for a check Bagz and they tell you to "carry on"
See I ain't been married long
I just know when you get Money in the ring, you get a prenup
I would've drug Bagz without the re-up
I don't need much gas, I'm in a Kia
I brought the ratchet in church, that's Madea
He likes that cause that's how you rap
No connection, lost in lane
When you were T-Money Bagz some of your bars were flame
But funny ever since you dropped that letter you just don't come across the same
You are trash!
I need you in your bag my dude
I want that old Money Bagz back, you remember when- wait, come to think about it the old Money Bagz was trash too
Aye, I ain't never ask to battle you cause every night I envision
You after every mediocre line screamin', "He ain't sign up for this!"
Uh...ya damn right I didn't!
Aye they told me you passed Pass and gave you a pastor well pass that
I know that you mad at the fact that I laugh last
But everything that you trash at is the reason I'm Glad Bagz
You see this wack cat?
Thinkin' he will (wheel) run it like a labrat
Well even your Angry Fans write it in mad Caps
How they want me to do a number on Money like the cash app
Aye brother, but you can have that
That ain't even what I'm mad at
It's these two minute rounds knowin' you life could've got took in one
But with a name like Bagz you should be used to bein' put in one
Ayo first off, for me even takin' this, you lucky
It be a lot of smilin' and teeth showin' in yo' battles...you ugly
I mean if you G after this- aye yo why the hell did I choose Money?
You know what? Let's stay serious
They gave me two weeks for Money I knew I had to make him pay, period
You ain't nearin' this, type of level that's been given in my speech
I been focused, ain't an ounce of Ritalin in me
Boy I wrote these rounds in the middle of the week
To show you Bagz is under I (eye) like a little bit of sleep
What up Timothy Junior McNair
Boy I'll admit, I was surprised when you was on the flier
Not cause you was on it, I just didn't think y'all could get me Money Bagz without Nikiya
But see, y'all a liar, tellin' me "Money nice"
I said, protect ya plate holmes or get a couple strikes
You should've never took the battle
Tuck ya pride and make a duck call like Uncle Si
Wait, wait, wait, Team Homi?
Brother, everything about you screams, "I love my life."
Boy, you couldn't be real on a drunken night
You make up (makeup) everything like an ugly wife
Listen, I'm talkin' AK's, shotti's, Rugers, guns and knives
Cool, when you know I've come to fight
Left jabs, step back and I sunk a right
Then I need (knee'd) more Money like I upped the price
They told me, "Son is nice!"
Yo, how much they pay you for this battle?
Nothing?
Boy they do you very wrong
You be askin' for a check Bagz and they tell you to "carry on"
See I ain't been married long
I just know when you get Money in the ring, you get a prenup
I would've drug Bagz without the re-up
I don't need much gas, I'm in a Kia
I brought the ratchet in church, that's Madea
He likes that cause that's how you rap
No connection, lost in lane
When you were T-Money Bagz some of your bars were flame
But funny ever since you dropped that letter you just don't come across the same
You are trash!
I need you in your bag my dude
I want that old Money Bagz back, you remember when- wait, come to think about it the old Money Bagz was trash too
Aye, I ain't never ask to battle you cause every night I envision
You after every mediocre line screamin', "He ain't sign up for this!"
Uh...ya damn right I didn't!
Aye they told me you passed Pass and gave you a pastor well pass that
I know that you mad at the fact that I laugh last
But everything that you trash at is the reason I'm Glad Bagz
You see this wack cat?
Thinkin' he will (wheel) run it like a labrat
Well even your Angry Fans write it in mad Caps
How they want me to do a number on Money like the cash app
Aye brother, but you can have that
That ain't even what I'm mad at
It's these two minute rounds knowin' you life could've got took in one
But with a name like Bagz you should be used to bein' put in one
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