URLtv, Tay Roc, T-Top - T-Top vs. Tay Roc lyrics

I said aye Top, you like a brother of mine
That live many miles away
To take this battle with you
I had to put my pride away
I told you I'd go light on you and you
Thought you had a chance of fryin' Tay
Aww, Top, see
(autopsy) , I lied to you, you gon' die today
Bombs away point at ya bitch, my 9'll spray
Leave somethin' on ya bitch
See-through lingerie
I will let shots Boom out the can'
Not the Ah Di way
You'll be another battle rapper
To sing Lotta Zay i take a limb off the Top
I take the hatchet and chop away
Hit you with the Axe under ya arm body spray
Tryin' Tay? I'll grip a big weapon
Like a Smith Wesson hit ya mid section
Expose Top Karrine Steffans
I will chin check him if I

Find out that we got problems hammеr on me
I pull up with a strap like I'm rock climbin'
On stage whеn you rap, if you not rockin'
I'm not watchin'
I'd rather go outside with fans and
Hook up while Top rhymin' (Ramen)
Shots flyin', blowin' up ya corpse
And the DNA on ya team will be
The only thing showin' up in court
You ain't a soldier in the sport
Try to take a plate from me
You gon' wake up to the
Devil holdin' up a fork
Loud pop, I opened up a cork
Shots will open up Top
Like quarantine over in New York
Cig' (Sig') in his mouth, he ain't smokin' a NewPort
Clap shots, i'll let it strike anywhere like
Somethin' out the match box
You pretty fast in this battle rap race
But how you gon' catch Roc?
Web cam' on a Mac Book, I overlap Top
You gon' end up like that Boy
N' The Hood with the flattop (flat Top)
Who ran in the alley and the sawed
Off gave him a back shot
Clap Glocks, I'm aimin' it off ya
And if he get hit wit' a hollow tip
Top shape'll be smaller
Don't play witcha father

You know how I get in the wrong mood
You should've brung a gun witchu
But that would be the wrong move
Cause if I take ya strap
Guess what I'm gon' use?
I will air out everything in
Top Gun Tom Cruise you gon' lose
Me winnin'? I don't know
When that's gon' stop
I don't play baseball and I
Ain't takin' no shorts, top
(shortstop) bar for bar
You said that you would scorch Roc boi stop
Every single one of my bars cold Fort Knox
The bul hot
Non of y'all niggas be showin' props
Your nigga Rawsteen rollin' wit' us
You roll wit' ops when you battle me
You get straight bars cause my flow is hot
I don't dig up dirt
I just make sure the dirt go over Top
Light bars

You still gotta see me after quarantine Roc
You only got a couple months to go
But, I'm sure after tonight
They gon' book this shit in any
State that you wanna go
But for now we'll do the live battle
So your career will blow up in smoke
But they should've warned you
Soon as you give the kid
Caffeine it'll stunt his growth
Bitch I been on 106 & Park
The Rap Game I made plenty shows
Netflix, BET awards, I'm really settin' goals
I know you got your afterparty on Caffeine
Tonight and I get it bro
But, you should learn where
To channel your energy
Cause we on two different episodes
Let the record show it's Haymaker Cannabis
Bitch I'm sellin' bows

And ever since Shine was a kid
He been stretchin' foes
We even brought Drugz to the table
So that should let you know
We all love trappin'
I know you heard about the X and O's
Yeah I'm flexin' bro
Cause, I came a long way from being broke
I'm a Hitman
But this side piece ain't gon' be a joke
The Nina smoke
I'll let the razor shred his face
Cause when you got got
I thought you was gon' let Beretta's spray
But, I seen five niggas wearin' ya shit
And they said it's fake boy, that chain saw
(chainsaw) more bodies than Leatherface
And it was niggas from ya
Own hood that gotchu dawg
I mean let's not compare
You should shoot them and the white
Bitch that got you there

You ain't notice how she was in the
Car witchu but not as scared?
And now your shit is State Property?
How the fuck wasn't Roc aware (Roc-A Wear)?
Nigga the Glock'll peel
But, you was the cause for the drought
"We got sticks bitch" yeah
You did it all for the clout
You single handedly gave Cave Gang
A fall to the ground and we was gon' let Roc
(k) slide but then we seen it all comin' down
Bitch I been around
If I see somethin', skeeert, I spin around
You get around
Wheelchair walker is how you get around
I'll sit him down

Like, "Tell me what you need"
You could get a pound the trap is closed
But, it's back opened like hospital gowns
You get it now? We want that old Tay Roc
Big hat with the big gun
Uppercut, another one
Yeah that was the shit son
Now you gettin' robbed for your jewelry
Tellin' niggas you want your dick sucked
No wonder we don't see the career Roc
(k) climbin', it's just too much to pick from
Bitch what? This 40 got the power of God
But a man made it i'll dump Roc
(k) over the dirt, I'm landscaping
When we heard about ya little fetish, I said
"Oh the fans hate it"
He said, "Bro it's not what it sounds like, "
Well that's how it translated concrete nigga