[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork]

I SHOOK HIS PRIDE!

Like, "Twork comin'. Nigga look alive."

He died with his eyes wide open, the nigga look alive

We finally got this locked bitches

Took a hot minute

Hot pistols

You keep showin' up to battles wearin' all these fuckin' costumes, nigga you got issues

Y'all won't be seein' no more Michael Jackson jackets

So y'all just 'Remember The Time' you had 'Roc(k) With You'

Glock pistol, cock and spray

But first I wanna give Roc his praise

First nigga with this high level energy

First nigga with gun lines back to back, there's a lot of things we got from Tay

Glock'll spray

I'ma put the Pioneer in the trunk, y'all gon' hear from a block away

Stop it Tay, you just a bitch with guns

Disrespectin' the hustle, and you disrespected Hustle

Can't go back to New York for that shit that you done

The apes gon' chase you right up out the Cave like Temple Run

This who you deal with Smack?

A nigga beefin' wit' a bitch from Gorilla Stone

Ain't do shit to the niggas that took his chain, how real is that?

You so worried about the Gorillas, you need to go get yo' silver back (Silverback)

Steel will clap!

You dyin' on the set, niggas took your jewels off in ya home town

What was all this "slidin' with the TEC"?

Couldn't be me, cause nigga I'ma die for my respect

Let's take it back, Double Impact

NWX, it was one, "suck my dick" and shit got violent for the vet

So that's the second time niggas had to take Shine from 'round ya neck

I get to wildin' with this TEC

Burn him and blaze him

Surf like, "On Neighborhood Crip. You touch him and I'm knockin' you out."

Nigga this .30 will bang him

And at his funeral, ain't nothin' but sermons and prayers

He can't call Surf to come save him

This a pastor preachin' and this time you can't turn to ya neighbor

This .30 gon' bang him

Surf get to talkin' this Rolling 60 shit, I'ma buck my pound

Give a 60 nine (69), I'ma hold this sucka upside down

Live rounds goin' over his head

I live 28 minutes from Edgewood, you know what it is

Don't push me, I'm this close to the edge

You was bold on the web, do all that talkin' in my face

I'ma slide down errrrr, to that apartment with an .8

I see ya bitch, fo-fo I'm spark it in her face

I told her to beware of the dog, and then I put Caution on the gate

I'ma slide off, spin back, now there's Caution on the tape

I'm so terrific

I went in the kitchen, seen Chef, now it's broken dishes

Living room, bucks left on the couch, can't even go and spend it

Outside, Henny packed up, like the prohibition

Pole I'm liftin'

Roc(k) landed in the neighbor yard, who gon' go and get it?

I lift the pole on bitches

Cannon clip you

And lately I've been dealin' with bad bitches that I can't commit to

So I can't just go out with a .9, I got standard issues

Speakin' of standards

Aye Lady Caution, let's stop this cappin'

I heard you went from John John, Tsu Surf to- oh you got a top ten rappers?

Heard she went from Gates Of The Garden to URL, wonder how she got them battles

Don't you know back in the day whores got stoned to death?

Ain't no wonder why Roc(k) went at you

You'se a little body bitch

Popsicle body bitch

Sick, need to be in the hospital body bitch

McGriddle body bitch

You'se a brittle body bitch

The instrument they use to play the fiddle body bitch

I'ma keep it goin'

You'se a Henny bottle bitch

Not even a full size, you'se a mini bottle bitch

You got Minnie's body bitch

You ain't anybody bitch

Before yo' ass got with Roc you was anybody bitch

That sound familiar

What happened to ya baby moms?

Y'all remember ya baby moms? She was bad as shit

That unfulfillin'

Now she's fuckin' with an NFL nigga, I know it fuckin' kills him

Hoe football playin' 'round yo' fuckin' children like Russel Wilson

I know it's tough to deal with

Nigga ran off with ya hoe (whole) kid like Rumpelstiltskin

I up the pistol

Raise it on him, blaze it on him

If I knock Dracula costume off he stays in coffin, even the red eyes take off, like a late departure

No more keeping in contact, it's a restraining order

I'm finna bang it on him

I just ignore ya crew

So many niggas done left the Cave, I can't even go to war witchu

Ever since Brizz Rawsteen left, you need more recruits

Aye Brizz, if it wasn't for Roc, you wouldn't even be here, he literally opened up doors for you

I'm Strapped In!

I'll clap you in a coma

Madness

I could snap at any moment

According to the culture, y'all had it surely known

But I was there, right by the stage, y'all got the story wrong

Top threw a bottle, Brizz threw a bottle

No Tax threw a bottle, they goin' on and on

Brizz ran straight to the back, he got his Maury on

Roc standin' there actin' like he don't know what's goin' on

Top drop, Chess (chest) popped out like Omarion

Sorry y'all!

Rest in peace, Zaid, but Brizz homie the only one that was doin' Twork moves

I would've went to jail, ended up in an orange shirt too

Hurt who?

Jersey

[Round 1: Tay Roc]

You let me down in that tournament nigga

What's up with that?

100K on the line, Drake added 50, damn near doubled that

And you fumbled that?

Boy if you come with three rounds tonight you lettin' me know I'm more important than them 100 racks

You better come to rap nigga

Not just for Drake or for uncle Smack

If you choke, I'ma delete ya number outta my fuckin' jack

I'ma up the strap, drum attached

Somethin' clap

Who's that offensive player for the Jets? Um, new jersey (Nu Jerzey) running back

I gotta check him, without a question

I feel like Will Smith, I gotta put my dawg (dog) down to show y'all I Am Legend

Sinners gotta Heaven

Splish Splash, a Hollow wet him

Fire a weapon, let it fly through the buildin'; 9/11

Nigga said he would kill Tay Roc, that's how they all sound

Tonight is not the night for you to be droppin' the ball now

Against me is ya last chance nigga, don't let us all down

You the reason niggas like me gotta battle Swamp now

Shotgun, sawed down

This ain't a game, my passenger Burke put bucks (Bucs) on Twork

Make it rain, we ain't the same

I raise and aim, bang the thang

Leave you sleep with ya eyes open in major pain (Major Payne)

This nigga thought he could out bar me?

How sorry

I find out where you live, pull up, pull out calmly

This shit'll take ya arm, leg and scalp partially

Leave Twork (twerk) all over the crib, it's a House Party

I can make every single bar gold, my touch is Midas like

My hands hurt, cause whatever this author write is (arthritis) tight

This guy get hype and he tryin' to fight

The clip is a half moon and it's lit for you, the entire night

I'm the violent type and more outspoken

.40 cal' totin'

You will get shot in ya head, ya scalp smokin'

Like MGM films before the movie come on he'll hear a loud roar

Then by lyin' (lion) with his mouth open

Makin' movies is all that I care about

Two choppers, two tri-pods this picture a pair'll mount (Paramount)

I'll air him out, the steel lift and peel shit

I'll have an arsenal (Arsonal) and Shotgun Surf-ing through Jersey (Jerzey)

It'll get Real sick (Sikh), real shit

End ya life when this fifth bang

Inf' beam

Red Light, Green Light, Squid Game, the clip hang

I ain't in a Crip gang

But I'll send niggas to his neighborhood that's Nutty and Insane

And they don't have patience

They gon' dump every last case in

Have the murder scene all sheets and (Sheiks in) Shells; gas stations

Pistol whip him, the end of the Mag' breakin'

The vision of Twork (twerk) blurred out, like we censoring ass shakin'

Strap blazin'

Cook this cat like I'm half Asian

We gon' wreck if you don't stay in ya lane like drag racin'

A burner is gettin' lifted

Murder a nigga wit' it

Boy I'll turn you to one of them little circular picture pendants

Boy, you fire, when you don't choke, and deliver all rage

When you choke you let down the nigga that get us all paid

You battled Loso, I was front row

Yeah

Givin' him all praise

I had to give courage to Twork (twerk) like pills do for strippers on stage

Clips is gon' blaze, you'll turn up dead

I'll burn the lead

You my brother

I can't watch you die

So I turn my head

Raisin' cans

{gun cocks} Gauges blam

His body flip in the air

And then Twork (twerk) on the ground, it's a Jamaican dance

Aye, I'm at ya location, FN in the shorts

Amazon Prime, I knocked then left him on the porch

Stretched him with the torch

Every round out the gun

A ton'll (tunnel) go through New Jersey (Nu Jerzey), I can connect him to New York

I'll pull up in a Porsche

Skkkkkrt

Hop out of an old Carrera

Bullets hit the couch, TV, I'm even smokin' (smoke and) mirrors

If ya bitch live, it's cause I chose to spare her

I have that whole place that Twork in (twerking) dead like strip clubs in the COVID era

I'm talkin' 'bout hurt this man family, drown Twork

Jersey (Jerzey) underwater; Hurricane Sandy

I'ma end up murkin' this bastard, have it lit at ya wake

Ya funeral ratchet, Twork in a casket

Don't fuck up my classic

This shit here can even ya stock

I hate the fact that you the one I gotta treat as an op'

Believe it or not these heaters will pop

I don't know this Gun Title, but even with a vest ya chest (Chess) won't be easy to (Eazy The) Block, nigga

Light bars

Gang shit

[Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork]

When will all this treason stop?

You don't do nothin' but gun bar after gun bar

No substance, angles, schemes or plots

If this what y'all callin' the face, I don't even wanna compete for slots

Raisin' Kanan, why beef over territory, I don't see nothin' you unique in Roc(k)

He needs to stop it

This biggest mouth with the weakest body

Little dog, hidin' behind all that bark like Geechi Gotti

It's transparent, speakin' of trans...

Y'all gave me the dude with the allegations?

Who the fuck is this man scaring?

Truthfully I thought this nigga been gay (Bengay), I put that on my grandparents

You get clowned on stage, but that shit you do in the comfort of ya own home, just keep it from around this way

I ain't come up here to talk about Roc he/she (Rikishi), that's somethin' he gotta sit down and face

I'ma surround his place

Y'all think he poppin' but he not

If he lose tonight, nothing from his stock is gonna drop

If I lose tonight, ain't none of my problems gonna stop

It's back to slidin' on the ops

Cleanin' the McDonalds with a mop

I'll be somewhere delivering Krusty Krab Pizza, I got a lot ridin' on this Roc(k)

I'ma slide down his block, take a right, cut the blinkers off

Pull up to they hang out spot, I'ma creep in dark

He outside with the whole Cave Gang, oh he think he smart

I already saw Roc(k) group, that's why the Lincoln (Linkin) Park

That's old wisdom

He don't know he gettin' a humble abode visit

Soon as he pull up to the crib, I'm outside his home, sit

I'ma stop Roc(k) right before he go in, that's goal tendin'

Like, "Hoe nigga. This pistol mean violence."

Soon as he look for his strap I knock the vision clean out him

Caution in the back of him yellin'

Aye Dracula tell her, if this bitch just keep wildin'

I'ma put a Mac up to the bat, that's Mr. 3000

I'm wildin'

I slide daily, insane asylum tryin' to see if my mind's stable

Cause they found him face down in the hole, look like a massage table

You not gangsta, you not concealin'

What ops you killin'?

They use Roc(k) to hold the door open like a project buildin'

You all kinds of filthy

Fair warning, this nigga took a pic', legs cocked wide open

Stickin' out his tongue, I said, "What is this man doin'?"

I don't even wanna talk about that shit, I was scared for him

Let's just jump from that line with his tongue out like Air Jordan

Can' on him

I'm Strapped In!!

I'll clap you in a coma

Madness

I could snap at any moment

I can't fall for these traps

That nigga Murda Mook told you to suck his dick

You said it was lit, I thought he mean that

You see Mook ain't do a motherfuckin' thing

That nigga Mook would've told me to suck his d- ooow, I couldn't [?] seein' that

It would've went from "suck my dick" to him doin' a Party Arty rematch

I don't honor these cats

I don't just talk, I really walk the shit I'm about

The Cave known for pretendin', that's why y'all had to kick Vada out

I keep hearin' Biggums fat ass screamin', "Get that nigga Roc!"

The homies pullin' 'bout six Llamas out

If we can't get Roc address (a dress) we goin' straight to Big Momma's House

Llama's out, your baby girl won't last after these

I'll put ya kid on the front page, give her Mad magazines

I'ma clap at ya teen, I keep a biscuit

Two Glocks, these ain't twins, but these is civil

One bitch with no body swingin' for the Title like Venus Williams

But the other bitch got Guns and Cake like Serena Williams

I'ma squeeze relentless, grip the pound

{gun clicks} Did him foul

Baow, baow

Hole so big you can see into Tay, I'm finna sit him down

WHHHAT?!

I bang nigga

Piru Blood gang member

Thang lift up

I really bang though

I'm a bastard and khaki Dickies was gang code

My mom a pastor, I went to Catholic school in the same clothes

I use to rob the white kids for they shoes, like, "Change those."

Ran them (random) bitches right outta they Vans like Bang Bros

Thang blow...

Jersey

[Round 2: Tay Roc]

I told my girl, I'm 'bout to hit the club and find this bitch I wanna see

Usually she would trip, but this specific time she didn't fuss with me

She trusted me

Cause I got her gun wit' me

And she know I'ma be starin' at her texts (TECs) while this bitch Twork (twerk) in front of me

Don't fuck wit' me

{gun cocks}

This a bull pup wit' me and this baby stay wit' me, I got full custody

You battled Geechi and let him take ya place, disgustingly

Now he's the face and you are the L (URL) of the company

It's up wit' me

Fuckers are Strapped In!

It's straps 'round

Like a mental patient in padded rooms, we strapped down

We strapped now

My straps? Bizarre, it don't stick out

But still up to bust like a strapless bra

If we scrap or brawl I'ma beat homie ass

It's gon' be fast

Pistol whip, strap to the face, Mick Foley mask

Bro get stabbed, 'til it's stuck or broke in half

And you can see it showin' through Jersey (Jerzey) like shoulder pads

If I'd have read your tweets and you don't said, "it's beef"

You would've been like that one Jersey nigga vs. Danny, spittin' out hella teeth

Shit ain't never sweet

Blade on me, turn you to shredded meat

He ain't see the pick in the pocket, I'm a petty thief

Rest in peace

Buck shots go in the shotty

I let this gauge pierce a big hole in ya body

Or drive-by holdin' the Tommy

Bllllllt

Get ya block shot wit' the stick like I'm a goalie for hockey

Everybody got guns, you must not comprehend barely

You'se a fat nigga with a strap cause you been scary

I'm a skinny nigga without a strap, I would've been buried

Ace Amin is proof that niggas that even go to the gym, carry

You know Jim Carey, that movie where, he had on that yellow tux

I can have my dawg (dog) put a Mask on fuck shit up

You'll get left with a head gash, dead ass

He went missin', cops knew something was wrong when all they seen was a red flag

Actual slaughter

I will drive-by, clap up ya corner

This cat is a goner

I'll have ya blood splatterin' on ya

If I use this Judge, I'ma have to ask for a lawyer

I blew (blue) caps to the core like natural water, I have to destroy ya

Sic the savages on ya

Hit his organ, eyes (organize) will be fucked up like he ain't have it in order

I'm at his door, packages for ya

I caught Twork (twerk) in the room, I'm like a disappointed dad in the room with his daughter

We at his funeral, in the back, standin' in a straight line

His moms readin' that obituary and she can't stay calm

She like, "My baby Twork, AKA Raivon

Got killed. Wearin' his hood like Trayvon."

I will bang mine

Come from this waistline, put you all away

Y'all ain't know his name was "Raivon"?

We gon' call him "Ray"

You'll get the bat with the spikes in ya skull today

Martin and Eddie in Life somethin' get clawed in (Claude and) Ray

Bombs away

You'll get shot with my thumper

Sting Ray through the chest, Crocodile Hunter

"Roc's a wild fucker", dude's stay trippin'

I'll have you eyein' a barrel, in high definition, it blew (Blu) Ray vision

You joined K-Shine, then left him the next day?

I seen through that shit when you joined NW(X)-Ray

This ya death day, I'll do him mad cruddy

Now answer this question

If you so Strapped In, then how you crash, dummy?

That's mad funny, you gon' get what you ask from me

What you on? E? I'll put this. 40 on Five; gas money

Your whip crash, and you almost burned alive

Guess what movie you would've had a perfect role in? New Jersey Drive

I heard he died, then revived

It was gettin' scary, they had to bring dawg (dog) back from the dead; Pet Cemetery

That car wreck, gave him another cut

And another cut

Cause his seatbelt wouldn't work when he was tryin' to buckle up

You fuckin' nut, it's lit for you

From here it ain't gettin' better

Wait, fuck the cops that shot up ya whip, cause we stick together

But the cops shot up ya whip and you ain't do shit? I thought you was wit' whatever

You almost got taken out by a 12, like Cinderella

On God shit nigga!

We all at the table on some mob shit

Suit up on him; job shit

Kim brother Rob shit

My nigga don't talk, he smoke; Silent Bob shit

I Will, Smith the leader; Suicide Squad shit

No vegan, no tomato, I don't squash shit

Outta nowhere you get popped up, surprise shit

Taught to just stick through the beef; kabob shit

Put in work, before I had a car, it was my mom's shit

Bomb shit, nowhere to hide shit

I find shit and go through the door and flip the screen it's a Sidekick

The .9 spit, this hammer ain't my shit

Really the text (TEC's) is in a different name like a side chick

The chopstick under the armpit clear a mosh pit

No TV, this Drake ain't the one to Josh wit'

His soul wonder (Wanda) up to the cosmos; Fairly Odd shit

Playgrounds or not, we swing through and slide shit

When mine hit, everything inside rip, cause conflict

Tie you up, no bondage, this guy a hostage

Violent, pillow, over ya face, for silence

Feathers fly everywhere like I shot an ostrich

Ya side hit, I paralyze shit, make ya spine shift, ya mind split

Ya egg crack, we tryin' omelets, I'm outta pocket

I will leave this guy unconscious

Hooked to machines and doctors doin' diagnostics

No pipe wit' him, then it's the blade, the strike in him

I might kill him

He tryin' to wrestle, but losin' the fight in him

His life endin'

Paralyze him soon as the knife in him

Leave Twork (twerk) without a bottom half like white women

I'm triflin'

At your funeral? Smokin' on the gas

They bury you, then I burn the roses on the grass

Don't want my fingerprints on it

Cuz said, "Hold it with the flag."

I'll walk through Jerusalem like I'm Moses with the staff

You dead nigga!

[Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork]

Let's set this straight

Yes I called you the GOAT cause when you move you don't hesitate

I've been here for the Dodge emblems

The Craftsmen jeans, how you got to Mook and then levitate

I don't know a lot about antonyms and synonyms but I know how to shoot when the weapon straight

And I know a lot about homonyms so I can't let you resume with this resume

You finna die Indeed

Aye Smack, if this ya brother, advise him please

Pine boxes don't come from the finest trees

And since he rich, you get high quality

Redish brown wood; mahogany

Hand crafted in South America, you don't wanna see a guy in these (Guyanese)

Fire please!

If I burn his house down, who gon' be your face when ya man die Troy?

Pour gasoline '(Lean) Wit' It, Roc(k) Wit' It' there goes your Franchise Boy!

{Twork jumps in the crowd}

Hand my toy

I'm finna clip this nigga up

You said, "DNanny" for "DNA in New York"

That shit was iffy bruh, listen up

I'll show you how to split the states and cities up

Cause that ain't go over or land though (Orlando) like you went to Disney bruh

I don't wanna see you now or again (Oregon), I suggest the niggas wit' you Duck

You go to police, it goes South da code of (Dakota) the streets take ya lips and zip 'em up

I went to his home in Baltimore, the nigga think he big and tough

When he see his daughter on the floor it'll (Florida) switch his feelings up

On my waist is where the cans is (Kansas) and if I lift these pistols up

I shoot his baby boy crib, I won't even miss his sippy (Mississippi) cup

I'm 'bout to clip this nigga up

Put ya boy up in a ditch

Bang bang, that's the sound of ya shorty gettin' hit

Bang bang, that's the sound of the war we in the mix

He can't buckle up, his seatbelt won't work

Bang bang, that's the sound of the .40 on my hip

And this a new car, so if you don't buckle up you gon' keep hearin' that noise until it click

I get noisy with this bitch

100 round out the TEC I'm firin'

I'm 'bout to send you up to Heaven flyin'

You 'bout to find out how beautiful God is like Aphrodite

Hey Smack, if this ya gunner, you should've gave him better guidance

He should've never tried this

If he don't die, he gon' leave here in liver failure like hepatitis

If I have to find him, I'ma grab the coaster

I'm outside with the ratchet blowin'

Boom boom, I shoot the door until the latch is broken

Boom

"HEY ROC!"

He in the bed restin', I flip the mattress over

Now he can sleep upside down just like a bat suppose to

I'ma clap the toaster

I'm holdin' the fifth

I see Caution, I say, "Bitch you better not open ya lips."

I'm pretty cautious, gloves on so they don't notice the prints

Red Lobster, I even put the tape over the grip

Like, "Where the coke and the piff?"

If I clip you up, that wasn't Roc, I really had rocks, I'm talkin' zips and up

Methamphetamines, oxycodone, prescription drugs

Back in my heyday, I would've had Caution samplin', pass yo' bitch the blunt

Whole dip of stuff

Like, "This the stuff"

Let her test the boat out, make your missus Puff

I got yo' bitch on cuff

She talk crazy, but she follow the plans though

Police pull us over, Big Bad Wolf, she gon' swallow the grams whole

Can' blow, get ya pals dumped on

Oh that's a vest? Teflon? That's just gon' get me riled up more

Cause dome shots the only thing my pound bust for

Better hope that's what your foreheads (four heads) made outta Roc(k) like Mount Rushmore

Dump on 'em, you might get killed

Say somethin' I don't like for real

You gon' die for real

We goin' outside for a single file (foul) line like a fire drill

I'm Strapped In!!

I'll clap you in a coma

Madness

I could snap at any moment

Your life is over, you might not quite deserve it

But a kind soul won't do you no good, once I light ya- this might get personal

Everybody duck cause this rifle burstin'

It might split Drake head wide open just like the Sprite commercial

When they ask who's the king, I'm the rightful person

It's time to steal the torch

I was outside with the fans, I'm the one they feel for sure

I went to the small league events, I gave 'em real support

I got PG's in the buildin', you try to seal the door

I even stopped them Crucible niggas from havin' to deal with Norbes

I took off the hood, I jumped over Suge

I'm the most creative

I went on strike when you said you wasn't earnin' paper

When Smack had yo' pockets tapped, who returned the favor?

I 'Started From The Bottom', no entourage, I was comin' six deep

Still the most imitated, I'm the reason K-Shine went on a 20 win streak

I'm the streets

Pray to me, I'm the synagogue

When it come to battle rap, I'm exactly what it epitomize

Nigga I'm Smack gunner, it's time to wear that shit with pride

Let's turn Real Nigga Time into the Bigga .9

Baow Baow Baow!

Nigga died, I shot him in a jiffy

Hit his noggin with a .50

French blunderbuss, take an oval off his head like Monica Lewinsky

[?] you gon' move out the burbs

I'm 'bout to take this one to the grave, you got my word

Drive-by, chopper out the GMC I'll shoot out the burg

K clip, press down on a half moon

(Do not disturb!)

That was mean Twork

And now I got a body on a half moon like DreamWorks

You be talkin' often

Nigga you soft as cotton

Wait 'til ya gang get around and be talkin' often

I'ma wait 'til them niggas leave and spark it on you

Squid Games

By the time they come back Roc(k)'s in the bag, he done lost his marbles

Jersey!

[Round 3: Tay Roc]

I ain't gon' lie, this nigga's my friend

How about I get my kids you get ya kids we hit the beach and we can get 'em to swim?

Nah, I'ma drive us all to a cliff and let the sinnin' begin

I'ma let our Child's Play but I'ma push my friend to the end

I really am him

You, were not the first to be copied, I've been cloned

I faced all the writers that been known

Y'all Champion Of The Year, yeah, y'all see how I did Jones

This nigga from the Cave knocked over more pens (pins) than Fred Flintstone

I have to be the master

Eazy, he the Captain of the trappers

As far as Chess? He actually will clap ya

Surf? I get to passin' him a ladder

And have Tsunami hit Jerusalem, that's a natural disaster

I'm uncontrollable

And I don't do what I'm told to do

Unload on you

Then trash cans; disposable

Rifle, from the Civil War, put a hole in you

Like Back II The Future, I will bring something old to Nu (new)

Cannon wit' me, blam the semi, 'til this can' is empty

With ya life, you're gamblin' Jerzey (gamble in Jersey); Atlantic City

This man get busy

Mini chopper mounted

That mean the Drac' posted on the wall like a fan of Drizzy

Stop playin' wit' me

I don't follow by the rules, I gotta lot of goons

Them niggas ain't got a lot to lose

I got a lot of tools

This a chopper not an Uz'

This'll knock Nu (New) Balance off, see him flyin' out his shoes

Ratchet dirty

Soon as he turn around, clap the .30

NBA protest, that's a piece (peace) to the back of Jerzey (jersey)

I'm a hunter, preserve the kill if the catch is worthy

Hang his head up on the wall; taxidermy

Who believe in him?

If the ambulance comin', bitch you needin' 'em

They know not to gas me up, I use premium

Chop off a limb, mail it to ya mom

I get unique wit' 'em

Foot Locker, I send her home a box with Nu (new) feet in 'em

The can' erupt, blam shit up

It's like bowlin' after we done rollin', there won't be much left standin' up

I don't care if this TEC jam or what

Stab his side, get to ribin' (ribbon) on Jerzey (jersey) it's Breast Cancer Month

Poof

Magically, appears a Nina

They hear this steamer

It'll go from this shit bein' packed to a clear arena

Jakk better not try to be no hero either

I'ma bomb through him then drop Nu clear (nuclear); Hiroshima

Kill his leader, hollow tips what this clip contain

Turn him to a memory inside of a picture frame

Up close or long distance aim

Don't matter, arms on Jerzey (jersey), NBA Christmas game

I lift and bang

Your vocal cords will get shot

Your voice? Over, like them videos on Tik Tok

I don't believe that ya clique pop

Bitch stop

All that tough talk, I ain't buyin' that Nu (new); thrift shop

Make ya strip hot

This shit drop whoever not in the family

Shreddin' niggas; Edward Scissors, the chop is handy

We get the drop then we slide in the Camry

Huge shotty, I will get Nu (new) body; Dr. Miami

To these fans, you the wild Blood, the big bully

But to me, you just lil' bruh, a kid to me

You heard right, I poke this knife in his left, turn right

Drive it straight up the middle of Jerzey (Jersey); turnpike

You'se a termite

I earned my position, you will get murked if I'm trippin'

I will let every round burst from my Smith &

You fuck around and be a hurt opposition

Left there, shakin', with a wet t-shirt

Who said Twork (twerk) competition?

You ain't ask the culture

I'm mad that I had to smoke ya

Everybody, Jerzey (jersey) in a bag; practice over

I tried to tell him that this ain't what he want from me

Battle rap is not a job to me this shit is fun to me

Fuck a scheme, angle, punch, it's 'bout a gun to me

The gun is the only thing that get the job done for me