URLtv, Fonz, Drugz - Fonz vs. Drugz lyrics

You fast-writin'-ass bitch!
Outta all the niggas in this
Shit that write fast
You one of the active ones
And you got a Land Lord on BANNED, though
(bando)?
Nigga, this a trap for Drugz (drugs)
And I'mma pack you up
My last bout? Chris Brown house
Fuckin' up another Goonie nigga
'Cause Smack know what I do to y'all scrubs
Shit, I done ran through a few of y'all bums
After this, they gon' say "That man a GOAT"
(Manigault)
'Cause, I went from the basketball
Court to shootin' up Drugz
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
I know the families ain't gon' handle it well
But fuck it, I can manage a sale
This is supposed to be Rum next
But we gon' see if you can handle the shells
So let Drug test and I'mma be in
Front of a panel of 12
I load the hammers wit' shells!
Soon as wе was done wit' the business
I said "Son just a victim"
My еxact fuckin' words is "I'mma
Do this nigga dirty, p
(pee) y'all gon' have to call
Drugz and assist him!" goonie Gang?
I know that breakup had
Y'all feelin' real torn
But bitch, you ain't been in no real storms
Shootouts or real wars
So I don't give a fuck who
Hit a lick wit' Drugz (liquid drugs)
'Cause none of these niggas'll peel for him
(pill form) you a real corn!
How you wait 'til you was damn
Near 30 to start bangin'?
You deserve this death you was- yeah
You deserve this death
(Fonz stumbles slightly)
How you wait 'til you was damn
Near 30 to start bangin'?
Bitch, you deserve this death lame nigga
You ain't put in no pain, killa
Out here thinkin' that the perk is set
(Percocet)? Bitch, the hearse is next
That's the problem! It's all about
The timing wit' Drugz
I mean, hella niggas out here bangin'
But when it comes to Yusef
It looked super bad (Superbad)
'Cause you wasn't even grindin' wit' Blood
Boy, I got that call on Monday
I feel like they was linin' me up
'Cause, I ain't even plan to spar
Now I'm X'in' a X nigga
Shit sound like a Xanny bar
Turn the cameras off
Nigga, we can let the cameras spit
We can let the ca- turn the cameras off!
And we can let the cannons spit
(Fonz stumbles chokes) fuck

Now I'm X'in' a X nigga - that's a Xanny bar!
Turn the cameras off! And the gunaaggghhh
Turn the cameras off turn the cameras off

(At this point
Fonz and Drugz are both walking in circles
On stage going over their material
- Drugz is rehearsing
Fonz is remembering fonz overhears
Drugz muttering to himself)

Shut the fuck up
I'm 'bout to cook you - watch this
Turn the cameras off

Turn the cameras off!
And nigga, I'll clap a gun, snatch you up
Louisville crack ya mug
Trust me, it'll literally get bad if I bat
(batch) ya, Drugz!
And Twork, when it's yo' turn to get booked
It's a wrap for Blood! Why you actin' tough?
We was both NWX
I mean, that squad was heavy, my nigga
Shine, DNA, Fonz, T Top, Don
I mean, we was ready, my nigga
Even Yusef off the bench like the 76ers
You'se a bum!
How you go from Goonies to NWX to GunTitles?
Nigga, you'se a son
I mean, this bitch done ran
Through so many cliques
We don't know which group he (groupie) love
Shoot a gun! If you ask me, niggas some hoes
That Midnight Madness got 'em trippin'
I don't know what niggas is on
I guess that team shit is vital
Surf got him thinkin' he strong
But tonight, you can't lean on a Title
You gotta take this whippin' alone
(in a loan)! Grippin' the chrome!
Go and get your boss to talk to me!
And tell Surf I ain't wit'
None of that stupid shit
Tsu (sue) a bitch: Cardi B pardon me!
You said you lost to Foe
'cause of time limit's?
Bitch, I'm callin' your bluff
And then you said Remy cheated for the nigga?
That's when you fucked All the Way Up!
Boy, you was makin' statements for the
Judges to cut the time niggas some bitches
Try that shit wit' Fonz
Nigga, please,! I ain't gettin' rid of a sentence!
I'm sick of niggas pretendin'!
You got sent on a mission
And yeah, I knew Drugz was fake
But, I took him anyway 'cause I'm a gremlin!
Y'all trippin'! Y'all trippin'!
Y'all trippin'
Make this nigga own them mothafuckin' L's
I'm just sayin', that shit soft
Y'all keep playin' that shit off
Why come all these niggas in Power seem to go
Ghost when it comes to
Sayin' this bitch lost? James St patrick
Yeah, we knew it was Drug money
But why you think they brought
Him to Tru Foe? To get washed
I'm pissed off!
'Cause these niggas lazy as fuck
My whole grind came from the mud
And you done battled Ars', Twork, Danny
Rum Nitty twice rum Nitty fuckin' twice
And that still ain't gain him a buzz
I mean, Smack, you done gave him enough
This nigga 3-12 on the motherfuckin' app
Why the fuck you keep payin' these bums?
Prenatal vitamins: I know y'all
Want son to grow
But y'all gotta stop babyin' Drugz
(baby in drugs) that's crazy as fuck!
I been told 'em "Line 'em up!"
So I can go to war wit' Blood
I said, if y'all really think
This nigga that nice
Deliver him by the land and see
(sea) they said you wasn't that important
Drugz (importin' drugs) you was forced on us
Smack, these the guys you pushin'?
Well, after this match

Look at the app next time you book him
And they gon' say, "Drugz was in
His bag like a stone burger
But Fonz was cookin'"
Why the fuck I keep gettin' weak opps?
Come on, Smack, please, stop
They got y'all thinkin' he's hot?
Listen, I don't know what niggas
Is tellin' you or why they feel these niggas
Deserve these spots but, I guess it's easy
(Eazy) for niggas to play that role
When they on P cock (Peacock) heat pop
Squeeze Glocks!
My hands work and I spray my steel
So either we box or Reeboks for a lifetime
Shit sound like a AI deal
Fill his head wit' slugs
Lead to Drugz - the Bulldog got a K-9 feel!
They say all I do is punch! Nigga, STOP IT!
And if all I do is punch, then nigga
BLOCK IT! Come on, what's poppin', nigga?
Fuck I look like, worried 'bout Drugz?
Moon rocked the nigga
Picked him up off his motherfuckin'
Feet and dropped the nigga
Twork damn near had to get him off of dog
But by the way the nigga talk
You would think Drugz a boxin'
(suboxone) nigga!
How you "The Gun Show" when you
Ain't let no guns show? So stop it, nigga
That oldhead had you scramblin'
You was tryna go to war and
(Warren) Moon got outta pocket wit' ya!
Shots'll hit ya!
From long range, nigga, the weapon long
Or a big blade, tearin' flesh and bone
Leave a whole section gone
A whole new form of torture
And they done gave me some Drugz
To try the method on (methadone)
You hella bold
But niggas know who the TECs in play wit'
I don't give a fuck what set that
They wit' or what weapons they get
One text and they hit my dawg
(dog) trained and he ain't
Leavin' shit behind
All you gon' find is the mess the 'K did
(domesticated) i mean, a lotta slugs!
Your bitch wit' you? I'mma chop her up
It's gon' be a lotta blood
These niggas'll leave that bitch
In so many pieces
You'll literally have to come
Over to count her (over-the-counter) , Drugz
So round 'em up and watch
These niggas fall in line
Smack, with five days' prep
You knew that you could call the Fonz
'Cause it's not just recreational, Drugz
I smoke shit all the time

Y'all ready? Y'all ready?
Let's go, let's go, let's go i said
The claim that 2022 was my
Year wasn't made reluctantly
Shiiit, confidence and motivation
Through the roof
I don't think the fans could get enough of me
I'm actually 'posed to be battling your dad
But even he knew the timing was
Bad to fuck wit' me
They called back wit' your name
So fast and suddenly don't laugh, y'all
But, I felt like Wile E coyote when
This man was brung to me
'Cause y'all seen me on the road runnin'
And y'all tryna stop me by puttin' a
Fake Ave in front of me!
What you want from me!?

WHAT!? WHAT!? WHAT? -by puttin' a- WOOOOOOO!

-by puttin' a fake Ave in front of me!
What you want from me!?
You was a afterthought!
You not even 'posed to be here!
You was a last resort!
Grab the torch! 'Matic roar! I'll peel Fonz
(appeal fines) like traffic court!
Ladder scorch!
Soon as I see him he dead, it's on site
I'm squeezin' the lead
I can't get you dyin' outta my thoughts
I'll let it squeeze from the SIG'
Fuck the Land Lord -
(chk-chk) - these gon' live
Rent-free in his head!
Take heed to what's said
I'm really goin' through some shit
So leave me alone
Or you gon' make me do some stupid shit
Ruthless shit
A curb-stomp from a Timberland'll
Really bruise your shit
So either take care, Fonz
(fines) , or I'mma BOOT your shit!
It's nothin' you can do wit' this
I just had to say
You won that money and went back
Home to daps and praise
Your status raised, the whole staff amazed
You been walkin' 'round wit'
Your collar popped
Shit, I had to grab a gauge
I know soon as I saw the Fonz
Wasn't gon' be no more Happy Days!
You still rep the Cabin Life
Or was that a phase?
You really do what y'all scream?
'Cause, I really be outside tryna
Get rich off weed
I'm talkin' flavors after flavors
I really get off P's
So you should bring me to Cabin Life
My whole foundation built off trees
You'll get killed, dawg, please,!
This what we tryna pass as art?
A nigga stealin' a nigga whole blueprint
Down to how he craft his bars?
You sound so much like Ave
I can barely tell y'all fat ass apart
Little ratchet spark!
Now you got the baby attention
You AND YOUR DADDY SHARK!
He ain't even do half his part
But, I guess he believe in you
He backed out
But he sent you to see it through
What kind of a dad sends his
Son to fight his battles?
Y'all see what people do?
I appreciate you showin' up
I mean, after all, Land Lord
That's the least (lease) that you could do!
Put the piece up to his roof! (WHAAAAAAT!?)
Put the piece up to his roof!
He can see the lead dump! Then give Fonz
(finds) a shell: it's a Easter egg hunt!
You dead, chump!
Watch ya stock drop when he die
I said, "Fuck Cleveland"
He said, "That's not gonna fly
I'm from the Land and I'm the Land
Lord you'll get dropped over mine"
Nigga, shots finna fly!
You really wanna fight over the Land
When you on the property LYIN'!? (line)
Please stop if I'm lyin'
But, it's somethin' I was peepin' out
The nigga joined NWX for that K battle
That's somethin' we ain't leavin' out
The group broke up
That battle was somethin' you
Had to leave without
You went from NWX to Gutta City
Thinkin' it would even out
But it ain't no shortcuts to Shine!
You can't take the Eazy (easy) route!
Ty Bogan! I TOLD Smack "Bring him out
And I'mma fif' dawg" you can't stop my buzz!
The whole 2022 I'm lit, y'all
Game of Thrones: I highly doubt Ty wins
(Tywinn)

But he gon' die tryna get that shit off!
Get robbed! I been lampin' all day
I think he'll call 12 - man, y'all strange
I promise if you snitch on me
Then I'mma cause pain
Put the Land Lord in front of the Judge
If he even make a small claim!
I'll get dawg maimed
A pistol-whip'll do your scalp bad
I done knot Ty
(tie) so well, I earned a Scout badge!
(My year) he goin' out sad
Wait, hold on - let me sort some things
Don Q, me vers' Tru Foe
That's really how you called the scene?
You dirty-ass Bronx nigga! You know
I got that clean
And y'all lettin' Don cheat'll
(Cheadle) be the reason I pull
Up wit' a War Machine! Act accordingly!
AAAAGGHH! Act accordingly!
You got TOLD what the fuck it was
FUCK Fonz! Nigga, get it in BLOOD!
Any nigga standin' in front of me
This year gets sent up above
Matter fact, yo, anybody in here ever try
To fight a crackhead?
Nigga, you know you can't punch wit' Drugz!
Gun Show, man! Stop playin' wit' me! WHAT!?