URLtv, T-Top, Shotgun Suge - T-Top vs. Shotgun Suge (2019) lyrics

I said,  T Top vers' Shotgun Suge - man
What the talkin' for? I came to stretch you
(U) every line like I'm from Baltimore
And they put him wit' a Bad
Boy - of course it's war
I'll leave Suge covered in red
Turn this bitch to the Source Awards!
Of course there's more
I'm 'bout to put two to his dome
The only way you gon' live
Is in a funeral home
'Cause you say you got them bricks
Well, lemme hear that he movin' them zones
For them dirty birds
I'll put 11 to his back like he Julio Jones!
Nigga! Let's move it along 'Cause no
You don't sell no bricks
- you're an ounce-pitcher
Well, I'm a scalp-twister

For that white girl, a mask'll
(massa') come down and sweep up everything
In the crib like house niggas
Huh!? 'Cause, I'm from the trap!
I thought I'd never see TV before
So broke I coulda made the EBT awards!
The heater on
And I'mma make it feel like Death Row
Wait, that's kinda odd
'Cause the last time we seen
Suge go up for 25, he ended up behind bars!
Oh my God!
I'll hold your children up for ransom
You better make sure the kids all good
'Cause, I'm from Carolina
I'll use the babies
(DaBaby) to get a hit on Suge
Bitch, what's good!?
I'm 'bout to put the pump on him
And dump on him or the MAC gon' spray
But since Shaq yo' cousin
I'll fuck around and dunk on him!
They said, "Why you pullin' Shotgun on-?"
(T Top gets called for time)

Aye, y'all hear me?
Let's get one thing straight!
He soft - we got a muffin' speakin'!
Live from the gutter teachin'
I'm tough and even
He ain't even want beef: slutty vegan
I hold the MAC, I'll let the 10 shoot
But, I like how this 40
Lookbernice in her swimsuit
It's already Round 1 and this jerk lost
Murk off
Approach the Boss Lady wit' the baby
On the side like Kirk Frost
You talk like you Scarface
But, you really a bitch he got flaws on
My ring is in the streets and
We could brawl on 'em
He ain't even want a lil' scrap
So I draws on him

Bulldog, pistol-whip: I put the paws on him
This shit go left? I'm on rip time grip mine
Kidnap him for ransom, that's a big fine
I gotta kill him 'cause he gon'
Tell on Shotti like 6ix9ine i go ape on him
Casanova: set-trip bET gave you a death wish
TEC spit - BOW! He gon' have
More docs on him than Netflix
I came to see what's up, heat him up
Have him plus his man parallel
It's gon' equal up
You the type to let a floozie work you
Pound'll murk you or it's 50 sent
(Cent) , shootin' at his Power circle
I'll pop up like a ghost and
Knock the spook out him
Where the money? I pull a tooth out him
He don't wanna tell me? This
Tommy show up at his
Place of business and get the truth out him