[Round 1: O'fficial]
I said, I called this bitch out six years ago and now she wanna settle it?
When I'm from New Orleans, but when I drew wit' the bird it ain't the Pelicans
Y'all seen me start from the bottom, then move on up
Just like the Jeffersons
And Smack seen my hunger and gave me a plate, I ordered Mexican
But wait! I know y'all like, "She not even Mexican." But that don't mean I can't deal wit' her
I know she Puerto Rican, well that just mean she's a lil' nigga
Now I'm at ya door like immigration
I watch Fit in [?] searchin', she ain't think was gon' shoot
'Til she see that thing surface
Micky D's, I'm at the window, Big MAC, wit' mean service
She didn't expect to see ice
Scream (cream), then I showed her the machine's workin'
Fuck the dummy talk, watch ya mouth or get hands, I'm a ventriloquist
I walk around wit' my nose in (and) air like a siddity bitch
Stick in the back of ya head, you won't forget the shit
I'll find out where you stay Fit, and get a membership
Yo' trigger finger never on delay (andale)?
Well my team always on go, vamanos
I tell my Harlem niggas, "Get at her."
Code word is "dadado"
Now they gotta tell this bitch "bye" (bi); adios
Gay bitch, well I'll leave this fruit flat; plátanos
So why y'all gave me this bitch?
Ms. Fit, I'm not the one you won't dismiss (diss Ms)
I'll give Ms. this
Big clip, the bitch ratchet barkin' over time like a slick bitch
Big clip, and I gotta hold it up like I got a slipped disc
After that little exercise wit' Phara, I knew niggas would come and doubt me
'Til they see me on Impact, wit' dumb bars, gunnin' loadly
Thought I was gonna lose, wait (weight), I dropped 30
They came back runnin' proudly
They ain't think I was in shape to get Fit, until they seen that Summer body
Yeah she had a Buzz, but a [?] is whatchu will see
I don't believe her Toy Story, until her toy's choose to speak
I'll play the villain like Sid', I'll have the steel all through ya teeth
I'll give Ms. the (Mr) Potato, head
Shocked she'll lose a piece
So wait, I can't beat up the whole Murda Ave
Shit, unless I got like 30 hands (Hanz)
But when my niggas come wit' the Calicoe swingin'
Ain't no tellin' where Murda Land
The last clique try me, died
I bet the next won't
Get ya set poked
So when the 12 pop up on Ave, it ain't a checkpoint
And this bitch tried to put, "Jaz can't jump in the battle" in the contract
With only two weeks before
But when Phara had rules she ain't like that
Bitch tried to throw me off my game, only made it a lot worse
Try harder
I said, I called this bitch out six years ago and now she wanna settle it?
When I'm from New Orleans, but when I drew wit' the bird it ain't the Pelicans
Y'all seen me start from the bottom, then move on up
Just like the Jeffersons
And Smack seen my hunger and gave me a plate, I ordered Mexican
But wait! I know y'all like, "She not even Mexican." But that don't mean I can't deal wit' her
I know she Puerto Rican, well that just mean she's a lil' nigga
Now I'm at ya door like immigration
I watch Fit in [?] searchin', she ain't think was gon' shoot
'Til she see that thing surface
Micky D's, I'm at the window, Big MAC, wit' mean service
She didn't expect to see ice
Scream (cream), then I showed her the machine's workin'
Fuck the dummy talk, watch ya mouth or get hands, I'm a ventriloquist
I walk around wit' my nose in (and) air like a siddity bitch
Stick in the back of ya head, you won't forget the shit
I'll find out where you stay Fit, and get a membership
Yo' trigger finger never on delay (andale)?
Well my team always on go, vamanos
I tell my Harlem niggas, "Get at her."
Code word is "dadado"
Now they gotta tell this bitch "bye" (bi); adios
Gay bitch, well I'll leave this fruit flat; plátanos
So why y'all gave me this bitch?
Ms. Fit, I'm not the one you won't dismiss (diss Ms)
I'll give Ms. this
Big clip, the bitch ratchet barkin' over time like a slick bitch
Big clip, and I gotta hold it up like I got a slipped disc
After that little exercise wit' Phara, I knew niggas would come and doubt me
'Til they see me on Impact, wit' dumb bars, gunnin' loadly
Thought I was gonna lose, wait (weight), I dropped 30
They came back runnin' proudly
They ain't think I was in shape to get Fit, until they seen that Summer body
Yeah she had a Buzz, but a [?] is whatchu will see
I don't believe her Toy Story, until her toy's choose to speak
I'll play the villain like Sid', I'll have the steel all through ya teeth
I'll give Ms. the (Mr) Potato, head
Shocked she'll lose a piece
So wait, I can't beat up the whole Murda Ave
Shit, unless I got like 30 hands (Hanz)
But when my niggas come wit' the Calicoe swingin'
Ain't no tellin' where Murda Land
The last clique try me, died
I bet the next won't
Get ya set poked
So when the 12 pop up on Ave, it ain't a checkpoint
And this bitch tried to put, "Jaz can't jump in the battle" in the contract
With only two weeks before
But when Phara had rules she ain't like that
Bitch tried to throw me off my game, only made it a lot worse
Try harder
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