URLtv, Hitman Holla, John John Da Don, Charlie Clips, Goodz - Good Clipz vs. Multiple Remixes lyrics

I say look, what I got
Paid to get this battle
I could go get that new Bezzy
And still find time to grip that new Dezzy
I heard Geechi say he wanna battle
Me cause he need the look
But from my understandin'he did that already

So if y'all came to joke
I'll snipe him from here
Show him that scope aim
Nevermind, here Holla
(John John throws his imaginary
Gun to Hitman) there's gonna be a lot of
Closed caskets and open wounds shh ha ha
It sound like Jason approachin' soon

(Gun cocks) you hear that?
It's gonna be a lot of
Closed caskets and open wounds
Gonna be a lotta closed
Caskets and open wounds
It sound like Jason approachin' soon
It sound like Jason approachin' soon
That's why you need a silencer
That's why you need a silencer
(Gun cocks hitman starts waving his big
Ass gun all over the stage) you hear that?

Man, I'll light the top of his head up
My beam? Lime green
That's some ops snipe shit
Tryin' to get the best of Charlie
Now I gotta guess what room he in
The 9 dumpin'
Catch him sneakin' his dishes in the kitchen
Man, whatchu sellin'?
I'm tired of all this swag you stylin'
I'll give you a buck 50 and
(in) a hole, I'm goin' past my balance
Anything he got in him-
(Hitman makes stabbing motions)
-I'ma stab it out him

(Hitman continues making stabbing motions)
I Got The Hook Up Holla if you hear me
Holla, did you hear me?
But this is not what I meant when I
Told her you'd be a good son i understand
You ain't wanna help Math fight cause
He caught you out in slippers
But why you ain't help Goodz jump Jimz
When he was talkin' 'bout ya sister?
Nah, nah, nah
But Goodz don't play about his daughter
What if he swing on you?

Oh you know I talk that
Money shit to anybody I
Don't know what the fuck he talkin' 'bout i
Ain't gon' lie they put a lot into that first
That mean they second and third gonna be shit

Y'all so fuckin' thirsty i am not Saga
If I leave in God hand
He will not let none of
You fuckin' fans jerk me
(Charlie is looking at his phone)
She said, "Bring home a slice of bread
Half an egg and at least
$2 worth of honey turkey

Man, fuck that gun Titles Surf'd they way
Outta this ass whoopin'
You know what's up Smack

If this bullet go on a Quest
It's to give Marv, one, where his lunch at
Mook would've saw this Calicoe
And would've jumped back
I would've made Hitman

Before you get a chance to dump that
I just wanna say
If you put these two niggas together
To my calculations, they don't want that
And I just want y'all to get to know the dame
(Notre Dame) before she give 'em a hunchback
I'm off beat wit' the Twork bounce
But, I don't need rhythm ain't you Blood?
Well since that's yo' man you
Gon' bleed wit' him charlie, Charlie
How ironic they let the C's get 'em
All you gon' hear is Smmmmkkk
And everybody that downloaded the app
Gon' think Beas' (B's) hit 'em

This lil' mouse fell for the trap
He let that cheese get him
Red dot, if I tag your man
You gon' freeze wit' him
John John you a loyal ass nigga

Cocky, it's gon' take a lot to humble me
That girl you tongue kissin'
I prolly was fuckin'
I get the Temptation to smack a group
I gotta be Ruffin
I usually make bars for myself cause
This how I be dumpin'
How Hitman brother got his name?
You low key (Loki) wanna avenge ya (Avenger)
This that part where you get all
That Hulk in ya voice
Oh oh, you two stupid niggas
We knew y'all would remix
Some multiple choice like:

Y'all comin' for trouble
Silencer on a gun, I bet it'll muzzle
I'll pistol whip John John, his head'll ring
And leave his eye Puffy since
He want to remix everything
I promise I'ma let you spit
Another verse or two
But this nigga Charlie did some
Sucka shit at Wild N'
Out so the second round let me get personal
Let's play Swear To God
Swear to God we wasn't in
New York, in Quiet Studios
Month or two before Christmas Day
And after you ate an entire pizza
Swear to God you didn't order
Four more fish filets

That's the reason the nigga's
Stats is goin' down
Wasn't you and Mook supposed to get it in?
But, I'll design a
(designer) bag to put Goodz in
Make a swing out him
Me and John John tried to kill each other
Random i'm Hollywood Holla
That's a topic I can help you wit'
You wanna play? Machines everywhere
They gon' die tryin' to leave this bitch
Pistol whip him

Ayo Goodz, what's all this flexin' about
I gave away more money on Instagram
Than in ya checking account
And you know who
Wrote you know what for you know who
Let's leave that between me and you

It's a body
It's time for y'all to get in that bag
So just know
When y'all done makin' everybody laugh
It's still one more round of
Us whoopin' that ass

Yo! Straight out the gateeat a dick
Nah, I'm on TV a lot now
I can't even be this rude
You know what's funny? I
Kinda like bein' disrespectful
Hey Ars', I think I'ma keep this mood
You did some sucka shit on
15 Minutes Of Fame, said I wasn't prepared
So by yourself I wanna see
You beat these dudes
I'm not gonna help you neither
You know what I'ma do?
Stand right hereand dream of food

Hitman, I hate your new teeth
Now you wanna smile in every picture
How you gangsta on a kid's show
Man ain't you on Wild N Out?
But, you still tryin' to wild
Out on every nigga well that's cool
This 40 cal' a heavy spitter
Fuck that Clips I'll attack my gun in
John John act hard? I'ma take this
2 on 2 too far, he gonna get buried witcha
Speakin' of John John, you not intimidatin'
You wear glasses
I wonder what you do when you think it's beef
What? You take 'em off before you right?
Right a fuckin' gangsta geek
I mean you did fight a battle
Rapper for somethin' that shallow
Well I jam bullets in my gun
That's how I fuck up a Hollow
So play big man, wait
(weight) , I have a big hand 8
When I smack ya fuckin'
Beard onto Hitman face
And Hitman can't relate you was privledged
You grew up in a proud family
That's exactly why you look like
The father from Proud Family
Aye Hitman, I left the block
And invested in stock, i know the business
So you throwin' rappers chains
Huh John John? So relentless
Well I paid five racks for this GMB piece
Go and get it just know, if you throw my
Chain in this crowd
You better hope that the nigga that
Catch it know a dentist oh, no it's all real
Open the window let the MAC spray out
Goodz and Clips
Y'all just thought we would rap
And play? Doubt it
URL booked y'all in three star hotels
We do luxury apartments

Ohh Clipz I'm so aggressive
But still smoother than Pat Stay outfit
This was punishment
And I ain't playin' at all
It started off with the faint
But y'all gon' make it a wall
Oh he brought his niggas wit' him
Well I ain't hatin' at all
Red dots everywhere I'ma dalmation ya dawgs
If she fine as a I'ma do me
Shit I been in lines with the hoes
(holes) like a loose leaf wAIT!
Who the fuck picked Hitman and
John John to battle us?

Ooh wee you shoot me we too deep

I always wanted to tell you
"You not a gangsta"
And I thought tonight I'd
Make that fuckin' clear
I saw that fight in the barbershop
I almost gave you Father Of The Fucking Year
Cause dude was walkin' up on ya son
So he deserved to get knocked
Out of that fuckin' chair

Aye Lux, if you can hear me bro
I think I finally get the bigger picture
No no no false alarm, I'm still lost
So after this battle I plan to hit ya sister
And Goodz you can take this back
Cause the chamber on my revolver
Is a fidget spinner
Desi sang, pistol whip John John
His head'll rang leave his eye Puffy since
You wanna remix everything

I'm really lookin' for Big Geral
You know you touched a nigga's soul prolly
Besides, Clips daddy ain't no snitch
"Fuck these niggas"
Treat the Nina like a worn out varsity jacket
Cause, I'm that St louis nigga that'll grab
Steel and pass it to John
One call and they'll find him in
The morning like Roger Goodell
Three shots hit his egg, hat, chin (hatching)
Now the animal is comin' out of his shell
I seen that fight versus Jimz
You threw that hook like a chick
Man I'll whoop you with my foot and my fist
It's no filter when I Snap

Now, look at you up here chokin'
It's like you tryin' to give
These niggas the win
Oooh, you really got me twisted my friend
You seen what I did to Cortez last night?
I'm just tryin' my best not
To drop a nigga again i'm a ten year vet
When I rap they listen to my fuckin' voice
Wait a minute, I gave them a remix
You think you gon' leave this stage
Without givin' them a multiple choice?
Is it A? Two cal's I joined the 40 40 Club

Or B: Or D? Start from his feet and
Shoot all of thee above
Ayo Twork, this nigga got a shirt on
That say "I'm Living B" bAOW!
Clips you really ain't wearin' no slippers
I guess this nigga really came for a fight
But please, don't say "Da John" if you're
Not sayin' it twice
And if you don't add "Da Don"
You ain't sayin' it right ball Game!

Had the power since the beginning
You know this rich town mine
Either you lay down or you
Gonna get down slime
Y'all some funny niggas
Y'all should stand up until
It's sit down time
I like my chips like a dub of Reggie
A big brown dime i wish you would

Hold on Goodz, this round mine the irony
I gotta take two bald head
Niggas and shake 'em up
I'ma be Wild N' Out so much
Nick Cannon can't even break it up
It's crazy, cause it 'Started
From The Bottom', but now the Drake is up
If you survive the headshot
They gotta feed you Waffle House
In a paper cup yeah I hate the gut
Mad cause under the belly I
Keep the laser tuck
But, if the laser stuck, Birdie
From Above The Rim, i flip the razor up
Dim witted you don't even know you cut
'til the wind hit it
It's like a paper cut, I grab the
MAC and beat this bitch face
I can't make this up aye Holla, you kill me
You always act like you in a hurry to merk
You played college ball
Well you can do an extra year with
All this red in ya shirt
If I hear Big Gerald screamin' "Yes sir!"
I'ma leave him dead in the dirt
Cause, I'm tryin' to turn Big
Gerald into Big Gerald

Talkin' 'bout you the man on MTV
That's just Ridiculousness
And the crazy part
You don't even known that that Double meant
(Mint) but, I'ma finish this shit
If I catch his girl
Cinammon bumpin' her gums
I'ma run in grippin' the fifth
And since you claim to be Big Red
I'ma give Cinammon sticks
When you and Showout, go to show out
It's like a musical
The dance moves, chorography
Oh! The shit is beautiful
Little brother gonna have to hold
Me up! That was beautiful
But the question is
"Who gonna hold you up!" When the
Pallbearer carry you at the funeral
I ain't come here to lecture you
I came here just to show
You what this TEC'll do hospital, I see you
(ICU) brain dead with Cinammon, caressing you
Y'all believe in a parallel universe? (I DO)
Cause Aye Verb in the hospital
Standin' next to you
And that nigga vegan and now
His best friend a vegetable

(Who's there?) nigga
(Nigga who?) told John John he can get in
This motherfuckin' 2 on 2
When will you nigga learn?
When I go for real, I'm 30% Grey Hoodie Lux
20% Verb when he first went to get his perm
50% Undertaker when his eyes roll back and
Paul Bearer go to lift the urn
You thought for your brother Bart
I bought at least a (Lisa) Mag
No nigga, it's ya sister turn
And I don't know if ya father home or
(Homer) not
But this long nose gonna make Mr burn
Stop tellin' niggas you through Hollow
Threw a fuckin' mirror
Cause if you ask me, that shit ridiculous
Cause ya whole life you've been tryin'
To be Hollow, aye man, can I get a witness?
He light skinned, he light skinned
He Da Don, he Da Don
But, your career's hollow that's
The biggest difference
So many God let you throw
Hollow through a mirror
So you can see you not a splittin' image
You so motherfuckin' talented
But the problem John John is you lazy
Multiple choice? That's Serius Jones
The sprained football, that's Mr wavy
Your claim to fame is throwin' Jakkboy chain
Cause he got it outta Wal-Mart
This nigga crazy
You throw my chain they gonna
Be dead in Wal-Mart
And guess who did it Charlotte? Baby!
When I take a battle for real
Can't no nigga fuck wit' me
Question is, when they gonna figure
Out, a New York nigga
But we all snuck our grip in the south
And why you two nigga keep
Comin' at Nellz for?
Yeah, actin' like you wasn't tryin'
To get in her blouse
Aye Nellz you wanna tell
These niggas somethin'