URLtv, Dot, Squeako - DOT vs. Squeako lyrics

I'm the reason HennyMan stop
Rappin' and start commentatin'
Cause, I thirtied a nigga
I'm the reason why y'all don't see
Moon on the URL no more
Cause, I thirtied a nigga
I'm the reason why Quban had to
Go back to Survival Series
I went against him in his
Hometown and thirtied a nigga
I'm the reason why Gunpowder Patt
Ain't on Rookies Vs Vets
Cause, I thirtied a nigga
And still don't get respect for
The shit that I does
And nah, Casey Jay weren't the first one
To beat Swamp on the URL nigga, i was!
But fuck that, nigga
You drop ass shit after ass shit after
Ass shit and still get booked
Only 'cause you funny, nigga


And you don't really cost that much money
Nigga determination Over Trust
What in the entire fuck does that mean?
Does your determination over-trust what you
Trust 'cause your determination?
My nigga, what in the fuck does that mean?
You know what? I don't even
Wanna hear that shit
Cause nobody in this fuckin' community
Knows what the fuck
That mean and y'all still cheer for this shit
When, nigga, I got a dot for real
And in order for me to shoot it
I gotta squat and kneel but, you see
I trust this dot'll determine where you
Will get shot for real
Nigga talkin' 'bout, "Dot gon'
Thirty Squeako man
This battle rap shit only go one way"
Well, in that case, I'ma just go
And eat me some Chick-fil-A
Haha on a Sunday! Nigga, I'm from a era-a
Long Johns, Carhartts, and Averexes
So weren't no problem for us to carry
But me? I kept two fifties in the bubble
Nigga that's Donovan and Mary
And I'll come to your arena blastin'
Clip hold twelve fulla ball
Heads Speedy Claxton!
So, nigga, act wrong and heaters clappin'
I want all the smoke
Matt Bonds! Stevie Jackson!
I don't know what it is about me
But I just lose control sometime
I just back out and start shootin' nigga
That's the way I goes for mine
Big fo' that's what I hold sometime
Or the many stick with me and it
Ain't to open or close the blinds
I get to thinkin' 'bout the people I lost the
Last two years and my head start spinnin'
And then lead start spittin'
And hell nah, I ain't puttin' this gun down
Smack! That nigga trippin'
Nigga, you will end up D-E-A-D test me!
Even my bitch'll let a Lesley!
I call my shooter like
"Bump and run press him!"
That one nigga'll take care-a
That whole house Jeffrey!
Nigga, I'm a different typa dude
I got kids by sisters
Nigga I'm a different typa rude
This gun the same one DNA used to
Have: it's a different typa tool
One hit from this SIG and you will
Die it's a different typa cool
Nigga, I keep lotsa artillery cuh
Nigga do too damn much
Shots'll hit his T like boo boo bah-buh!
Fuck around and my niggas'll shoot yo' van up
I call my shooter Westbrook cuh the
Nigga shoot too damn much i blast cans
I don't give a fuck if you
Takin' out ya trash can
So I caught him in the club with his
Js on that was his last dance
Man, niggas don't put in work like Squeak
Or hurt the streets and get work for cheap
Or jail niggas and throw cigarettes
To the work release cheese Town

I push a button on gang
The homies gon' slide this shit? Suicide
Bullets strike him he was hit by a lil' UZI
On my momma, he was rocked between his eyes
Nigga, you said you shot somethin'? I
Don't like to be lied to
Pistol-whip you till they can't recognize you
Reach, I dare you
I'll follow yo' trail, blaze you
Tre to yo' head they thought Carmelo shot you
I could get you changed whoever
You wit' can die, too
Bandana on a Glock that mean it bang, too
You cold but I'm COVID: keep six feet from me
Bullet feel like a vaccine shot
That mean a shot from the
Arm could clean a body
I do this for the family
I get paid a lot to reach a lot
I wait till he reach the lot
Duct tape on a Ruger y'all gon' hear the
Gun go off in a parkin' lot
I couldn't wait to put you on the
Windshield like a Uber peep the plot
I park you while you was
Parkin' in ya parkin' spot
Ain't nothin' 'bout this nice
Like a chalkboard
All I see is green and white
Two burners at the same time beans and rice!
You reach, I teach
I keep the trap boarded so no one peeks
They won't find ya for weeks
Stick a knife in you then twist the handle
Like when you hear the door squeak
I'm 'bout to tweak
I can make that reach more potent
Handle twist then the gun-butt
Like a cracked door
Y'all gon' find Squeak's head slightly open
It's my turn i got a pound that could cover
The forearm like a Indian burn
If the family feud
I solve problems just gimme the word a noun
That thing placed on a person but swerve
If y'all wanted this bitch to win
Y'all shoulda gave him to Verb
Trappin' ain't dead you niggas just scared
A day wit' me in the bando
Nigga you had to be there
Boil the water, let the drop sit
Benihana's: we whipped it and
Served it right there
We had the spot fulla tweakers, walkers
It looked like World War Z but after twelve
We call it Dawn of the Dead in here
Yeah! I can't go back to
Steel bunks and deflated matts
Smack, it's a manslaughter charge if that
Kid bring a zombie back
Forty heavy and loud shit came wit' a boom
Red dot, face shot out the scope remind
You of the app Zoom
Run in yo' spot and start
Eavesdroppin' wit' the tool
That mean I'll air it out: you can hear
The body drop from across the room
Who put you in this plateau?
Now, I got a solid Squeak like a rat toe
You feelin' froggy? Leap
Get hit wit' a tadpole
I keep six and one nine chk-chk Rey Mysterio!
This a scary scenario
Whatever you wanna do, we could do
I drop classics and I could drop a corpse
Too i got a homie he been gorilla
He call me Tarzan 'cause I ain't one
But I be in Gorilla Mode, too
I'm not lyin', king
If it's any monkey business
I might pull up wit' the stick like Zazu
It's a reach 'cause I'm asked to
I said "Zazu"!
Cause if I shoot you on toppa yo' hat
It's 'cause I had a birds-eye view dot!

Ayy, y'all wanna know why I
Don't battle a lot?
Cause, I listen to the vets
That shit took me from losin' in the Ultimate
Madness tournament straight to Super
Fight on Caffeine
I gotta give 'em they respect but, shit
Don't get mad at me 'cause I slipped up
And Mook out here fuckin' up classics
I learnt that from y'all
And as far as me chokin' vers'
Your Honor in the third round?
Shit, I learnt that from Charles!
Nigga, it's Mr pull Out Twenty-Five
Thousand In The Tournament
Yeah, nigga! I get stupid cash
And niggas only like you when
You say, "Dot!" and, "Blaow! Blaow!
Blaow! Blaow! Chk-chk-chk!" nigga
You stupid trash!
Smack only book you 'cause you
Entertainin' and bring views he use yo' ass!
Basically, we be laughin' at you
And not wit' you haha! Yo' stupid ass!
You know why I don't fuck witchu, nigga?
Cause you from the same place Tekashi from
And you only did two years for the same
Shit my nigga killer doin' twelve for
You probably did what Tekashi done
You either dug up Johnnie Cochran or got
A lawyer that's eager to win
Cause you just posted two weeks ago
"I got court today!" and then beat it again
But, you let Dot tell it
He out here bakin' kis you fakin', Gs
That shit make believe
All this money you rap about and now he
Fightin' wit' court-appointed lawyers
And takin' pleas
You know how I know you a nickel-and-dime
Nigga? 'Cause you bread ain't big enough
And you only did a couple-a years and
The feds ain't pick it up
See, you the typa nigga that
Ride around witchya guns, money, and drugs
Get pulled over and police find all ya shit
I got a shawty that's a CNA wit' good
Credit that stay in a gated community
Police won't find all my shit
Ayy, long live my nigga he
Own a heatin' business
He only hustle that night chokes

This is it, I'm alert
Punch nice with the hand speed
Central nerves is stimulated I
Must be on Caffeine
Squeako, I really ain't worried 'bout you
Boy like, I'll pay a bitch to bite
Squeak like a chew toy
What, you ain't like that bar?
I'll give you somethin' remember
Headshot! Now, Squeak all over the floor
That's Kyrie crossin' a defender
Is it Squeak or Squeako? I
Really don't give a fuck
What do a deep freezer lid and
A twelve gauge have in common?
I bet I get a squeak if I lift it up
It'll be shells surroundin' a nigga
Body is this nigga nuts?
Shine, I know you in yo' bag
But I'ma zip him up it is up!
That's why I call this Ol'
Faithful: bet this bitch erupt
Sometime, I think this bitch
Is unfaithful yeah, she gettin' ducked!
If I'm triggered and my triggers
I'm clutchin' then a nigga clutch
That mean I'm takin' every last
Shot like we gettin' drunk so bottoms up
That's a gun butt
Get a crackhead in a dumb spot
Never been one
Never will be but I'll smoke Roc
All them gun bars? King, big cap
That's slight like the old Roc
Smack, gimme a band and a name
And I forget I know Roc speakin'-a rock
I ain't got no bars but this dude a bitch
This where your heart break, kid
Shawn Michaels wit' the Glock
That mean I'm comin' off the buckle wit'
Somethin' that got a super kick
I'll catch a body comin' off the
Hip like a Judo flip
He like, "What that mean?" Grab
The arm, bring it around
Then drop the body wit' it
Enough with the name-flips
You was prob'ly that one kid on
The playground who never got picked
Slow down, stop runnin' durin' tag
Got passed and you still ain't it
See, me? I drop classic
After classic after classic
You? I can't name one person
In yo' class shit!
I got T Top, Saga, Pres, Chess, Brizz
Smack, who the fuck is this?
I woulda gladly took Myers
That coulda been fire
Switchblades like Marvel swoop, swoop
Sound like I'm fuckin' a lighter!
I'm a rider
Not a passenger it's a difference
When I talk guns
Whether I load it or shoot it
I'm puttin' shells in a shotgun
And I got one!
Big T, I see you gettin' fit, T
But, I wonder, if I kill you
Could they fit you on a big T?
Geechi, I got shooters like Gotti screamin'
"Fuck y'all!" ready to hit every fuckin' bar
Like a pub crawl i'm on y'all!
Momma, sister, brother
Father I'll serve y'all!
And I won't pay a fuckin' bill
Till this shit turn off! I should rob y'all!
If anything drew in my space
Jam then I'm cuttin' somethin'
I'm like Jordan: if I reach wit'
The arm then I'm duckin' somethin'
Cause, I'm vicious if I lift it, be cautious
This is an act of
I'll pull it if I got it I'm too malicious
I look suspicious, broad day
Diggin' up yo' grave
Poke yo' chest wit' a ice pick
I'll put ya heart on ice Rod Wave! Dot!

I don't rap like none-a these
Niggas from the new era
I get skraight to the point and talk my shit
So wit' that bein' said
I'ma get skraight to the point
And talk my shit
And when I first start hustlin'
You know how long it took for me
Just to get eight dollars up?
I'm talkin' stayin' on the block longer
Than a Bigg K follower
Yeah, I run the streets
Nigga I can't help it I enjoy this shit
I know a nigga that never
Ever had a job and got rich offa unemployment
Shoutout to my PUA niggas I missed out
On it but ain't need no hammers
I'm talkin' more stolen social security
Numbers than Don Marino family
You see, y'all think shit funny
But pops was a addict and I
Had it so I sold it
To him just to make sure moms
Could get the rent money
But pops clean now that's somethin'
I had to do, i ain't like to do it
Nigga, I sold a fiend so much crack
He ran outta lighter fluid
But before all that
I was hurtin' and had to
Do shit crooked for it
Nigga, I was so broke
I had a dream about money and
Then woke up lookin' for it
See, you the typa nigga that'll
Change for a dollar
But, I really had to go to
The store and buy somethin'
Wit' a food stamp just to
Get change for a dollar
Nigga, I did shit 'cause I had to
Hood nigga I want all of my French fries
Yeah, nigga! The ones in the bag, too!
But times change I'm talkin'
Whole thangs nigga, we don't do Os no mo'!
So much in-and-out traffic in the trap
The do' don't even close no mo'
I know a nigga erry time his phone ring
It's a brick a sale
But, it's crazy 'cause I know another
Nigga who got sickle cell
Nah, nah! Not the disease! The nigga
Gettin' locked up so much
He got sicka cells
And I got another nigga that put me
Onto Bitcoin he get lotsa cheddar
And Goodz always talkin' 'bout puttin' ya
Money in a bank account nigga
Stocks is better you know why I don't like
Y'all battle rap niggas?
'Cause we ain't never did a bid together
And ain't nown one-a y'all ever fucked two
Sisters that used to live together but, see
I blame it on my plast 'cause
Ain't had no luck wit' me
Shit was rough wit' me ain't no, Dot
I tried Christianity but felt like
God ain't fuck wit' me
And I could never be a Muslim 'cause I sin
Too much and five prayers
Ain't enough wit' me
You the only nigga in yo' class that
Ain't had a big game yet
He like, "What that mean?" Nigga
You been on URL seven years and you
Ain't had a big name yet
Ayy, Caffeine, let a nigga get a deal shit
Errybody got the same content anyway!
I could say the same, too
And errybody don't do nothin' but play
Call of Duty all day
Shit, I could play the game, too!
Cheese Town

I had three weeks to write this
They say pressure make diamonds
And I'm shinin' no matter where he at
I'ma find him wit' a new pistol
Bullet go through the gristle long clip
The butt stick out the magazine
This a straight stuntin' issue it's simple
I got the trap jumpin' off
A sample stimulus check
That mean you can catch the bucks
And everybody that's dependent on you
I spin through wit' three other niggas
Might have the bitch to do you
She the shooter, single baby mother, a rower
She runnin' 'round wit' a wig and
Two baby nines and a stroller
I could take a gun apart
Then put it back together
Y'all gon' watch the gun fold
Up like a Motorola it'll be on a can
90s commercial, always Coca-Cola
Everything is not what it seems, nigga!
This ain't YouTube! In person
I reach quicker
Like a slave auction: on a block
I'm just a different nigga
Shells are copper I'm a penny-pincher
Stingy nigga revolver burnin' a hole in my
Pocket I gotta spin it, nigga!
That's a penny for yo' thoughts
Did one sit to yo' head
I got a job but the gun fire
On my day off like Craig!
That's why I said God is the only man I fear
I bleed what you bleed, I see what you see
Don't let yo' eyes be deceived
Chest shot now, it's blood on the arm
That's what it means to wear
Emotions on a sleeve i respect yo' shit, OG
But it be real niggas like you and
I that be the first to die
Is it 'cause our ego and
Pride or Twitter fingers?
Tweet a diss about me and I'ma
Send a bird as my reply
Last thing he seen was Dot wit'
A stick like a lowercase I no cap
These niggas mad 'cause I came
Home and ran laps
Chrome strap get the dome slapped
Try to survive that! Smack! New era?
If you need any Ws
I'll send him to the ER ASAP!
Top tier? What the fuck is a top-tier?
I just did a bid on a top tier
I shed blood and sweat and
I ain't never dropped tears
Niggas y'all consider top-tier
Givin' Dot chairs
That's when I became top-tier
And when they let me go was the
Only time I left the top tier
I caught a movin' fuse and I
Ain't never battle a top-tier
Smack, that's top-tier
I was top-tier before I got here
These niggas ain't top-tier i'm a Dot-tier
It stops here smack, I need to know why
A top-tier is not here!
I just had to plead out, that's real shit
They wanted me to snitch
I ain't really into bodybuildin'
But I learned how
To exercise my right to plead the fifth
See, I know real dope boys
That ain't never touch a
Thousand grams go in a fed
Buildin' and shit bricks you struggled
Nigga? You had to get it out the mud?
I know, we get it me too!
Except I was adopted see, at six months
She was rippin' and runnin'
Did I mention my mom was a addict?
Shit was hard
We got snatched by child services
Growin' up, when Momma got indicted
Shit was fine i think about in my mind
Shoutout to my foster mom
I learned how to take in and
Raise a nine that ain't mine
Shots to yo' spine! You won't
Be the same after!
Or I could snap yo' neck chiropractor!
Sawed-off, two big grams sumo wrestler!
Battery in my back I don't need
The gas like a Tesla! Dot!