URLtv, John John Da Don, O-Red - O-Red vs. John John Da Don lyrics

My nigga Nice hit my jack like, "Red
John John really believe he the GOAT of the
PG's that nigga gotta be playin’ wit' us
He called hisself Ervin Johnson is
He fakin' or what?" i said
"Nah that’s real shit he ain't makin' it up
He definitely Ervin Johnsonthe one that
Played for the Bucks"
You ass Johnny, it's nothin' you can do
Wit' this, I'm the ruler bitch
It's too legit if four eyes
(4-Ize) goin’ off it’s a Luda' skit
Ruger grip
Feelin’ like Smack White when I seen him last
Know why? Cause right after I
Give him a Hollow, what he gon' be seein'?
RED! Worried nigga, rose gold 30
Do you dirty nigga tay Tay swag
It's some shit on the Jersey nigga
Rockin’ you, tool poppin' you
A few droppin' you clip a bomb then split a
John like two prostitutes you hoe ass nigga
You ain't poppin' the fifth
Black Ink Crew, we all know Da Don is a bitch
Call the grip "Vagina Slayer"
I'll Alex ya shit
I'll roll up in your restroom and
Then Da Don'll get hit
Soon as I aim the toast, shot in the bathroom
That lame approach, don't ask why
I did him like that, i made him famous Los'
Just for actin' mighty, smack ya wifey
Ain't rappin' like me
Llama buck 'til the Da Don is
(Adonis) fucked, the goddess Aphrodite
How I feel? Beyonce
Fuck J (Jay) , you ain't tough J
Word to Chicago I Bump J son gay
Me? I'm Paul George with the gun play
For a PG I switch two 4's
(24) to one tre (13) i slide up-
I said yo, the nigga with
The baldy and the robe, right?
I said you lucky you ain't got ya glasses boy
Swear to God I would've set
That tool here nigga and did a number on ya
Frames happy New Year nigga bAOW! BAOW!
They'll find him dead in the

River when I burst cannons bAOW! I'll lake a
(Laker) nigga wit' glasses Kurt Rambis
Me and Johnny beefin'? Not at all
Shit, Johnny vegan i side step him and leave
A nigga where Johnny leakin'
Think Rowan Atkinson
If I don't like what Johnny speakin'
I'll pull a bullet in Mr
Bean for Johnny English
So you know what that mean, right?
You'll be on the scene next to
A Ghost like Tommy Egan
I said muzzle on the ratchet
Give Johnny the silent treatment
Stomach shot, bring the faggot out him quick
With the strap I got from my homie primadonna
(pre-Da Don a) be actin' like a bitch
I'll walk in his crib
And give this faggot wife the dick like, "A
(Aye) , run the bath I'ma fuck you in the tub
Then B
(be) givin' you back shots all over the rug
You'll C (see) just how I do it when I'm
All up in them guts
Soon as I showed her the D
She wanted all of thee above
But y'all know what I told her
"First you gotta suck the dick 'til it's fed"
The neck trash
Ain't nothin' gettin' slid in them legs
So whether or not Red get ya bitch on the bed
And nail player, Hellraiser da pins
(depends) on the head
He don't even understand why
I'm flippin' this man
In case you ain't know
That ball head bar geek was
Talkin' shit like a Stan
He's the reason why I'm killin' you fam'
Death At A Funeral you Tracey Morgan
Danny got some shit on ya hands
But, I get it, y'all think y'all gotta
Two bald bitches with auburn beards and
A face full of decimals
Both of y'all will get face shots
When I let the weapon shoot
I'll let 'em loose, like Judy Bloom
I'm makin' Freckle Juice
Shout out to you silly Ninja Turtle
All on John dick
Just prayin' and hopin' the Da
Don will tell you (Donatello) some hot shit
But he won't cause when I unload it dawg
I'm smokin' frauds
He be dozin' off, make Jonathan
Skate with a steel round, it's Rollerball
Ya heard me? Jersey

Them folks said I should sleep on O-Red
Shit, I just woke up ain't this robe tough?
Shout out to Al Kapone, leave
(leaf) if you got no guts
No luck? Wearin' this? They said it's a curse
So let me put some clothes on
And get ready for work
You from Jersey, so I hit Budden (button) up
Ask what he thought of this
He said, "If URL don't cuff the links
You takin' all the risks (wrists)
I'm on you Jersey niggas
Twork and Surf got a bag comin'
But don't let what I'm doin' distract you
This ain't the last button
You wanna see me slack? I got you my nigga
But, if we pull up and show da
(shoulder) straps then they gotta
Suspend us (suspenders)
Whoever y'all plan to bring around next
(necks) , won't be a tie
Find a loophole, to give wins or
(windsor) it's not (knot) gonna slide
Aye, if you loss, follow suit if you can
I mean
Why flip flop? When I'd rather address
(a dress) you like a man
How this mechanic don't know
Shit about attire
(a tire)? He never bought clothes
Cause the Versace is the trophy
For a bodya war robe (wardrobe)
I ain't take this cause I was bound to
And ain't nobody hound you
I was told, "You and O
(UNO) can change the game with this card"
I made a wild move

We should've did this in a loud room!
So Do The Right Thing or die like Radio
Raheem for not turnin' down the Volume
Do The Right Thing? Radio Raheem?
See how that correlatin'?
If this a fade in the ring then
Every punch you either love or hate
What a waste? I seen him slackin' off since
He lost the belt nigga let DNA floss on him
When the nigga can barely floss himself
Right? Sounds like you Muslim
And Islam is life
Well I'll be nice and do my
Best to send you to Allah, tonight
Trigger fingers turn to Twitter fingers
Still not the violent type i'll tie son
(Tyson) outta fury then draw
Make it a Wilder fight i'll murk this man
You think his Jersey fam' gon'
Run down on me? Nigga Surf's so scared
He's somewhere fillin' up that shit bag soon
As he hear the sound of me
Aye, me and Ars' like this
Suge, you know what it is no?
You see how he gave that pound to me?
Ironic they all Crips so if I
Tell 'em, "Red is dead
That'll make ya niggas proud of me
And if Jeruz bangin' witcha
I'll still be unbothered
With Twork all in my face
I'm a faithful nigga
You flamin' nigga? Bangin' colors is
Dead but you real, right blood?
BAOW, now you covered in Red
Nigga the tool tuck, make a move, but (t)
For lettin' Twork amp you
Good luck gettin' past the
(pastor) bucks without the church scandal
See on God y'all wasn't listenin' close
Church, "scandal" in other words, if
O live he a pope, i'm really the GOAT
Facts nigga, snappin' like a bad temper
You struggle with Iron Man and you
Damn near let Ave end ya (Avenger)
Wait, I brought a gauge in case
Suge came to crash witcha
Like you call "Shotgun"
You got gun clicks now you gon' pass injured
(passenger) i caught him lyin' vs Iron
Like he a gat squeezer
What he say, "I clap Nina's
Two black heaters, Ray Solomon, king David
Bathsheba"

But when I seen you hold a gun like this
Knew you wanted no parts
That's how I knew I could wash money
I seen O's arc (Ozark)
Remember when I battled Reed Dollaz
And left his bag zipped?
And how I told him I would turn Reed read
(red) to make him past tense?
Well catch this
Cause you gon' end up deader than him
This time I'm turnin' read
(Red) into Reed (read) but you
Will never be present again
Two Clips, one the Pusha but
This here Malice i ain't leavin' no prints
(Prince) Charles
I'm the king of this here palace
Remember that center from the Pistons?
Yeah I've been here wildin' give O 9
('09) from one 9 ('19) this
The Ten Year Challenge i'm only here cause
Nah, cause this was an order from Smack
Soon as Surf feel like battlin' again
They not callin' you back
King of the small rooms, right?
It's perfect that they call you that
Cause you goin' in a box
The room don't get no smaller than that!
1-0 nigga!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
You said round 2 on who?
Damn Smack son wildin'
Now I'm feelin' dumbfounded
Accordin' to Johnny I thought this
Was a one rounder you said
"The PG's should call you 'Hov' cause
You gave them that 'Blueprint' work?"
Respect, but I'm KRS I
Made the 'Blueprint' first
You are a carbon copy, I'm the pilot show
You a spin off
A Volume 3 Solomon shirt, a Red rip off
I'll attack ya littlei ain't gon'
Tap ya little pockets little bitch
Ain't shit in them little pockets
What you got? $77 dollars you Luka Doncic
Nah, nah you been Ben Simmons
You a threat when you play
The biggest PG in the game
But nobody respectin' ya J
What you gon' say?
All I talk 'bout is sports?
So? I still be leavin'
You stupid niggas slumped
You just mad cause you 6'5" and
Can't shoot or do a dunk
I be doin' what I want
They wouldn't boo this (Buddhist) with a monk
Naked nigga, sky divin' you knew this
(nudist) from the jump
Smack White got John vs Ella in this bitch
Translation, we both trip but I'm
Better with the shit
Y'all really think this sucka's
Rhymes is touchin' mine?
You buggin' slime, take a vow of celibacy
You out ya fuckin' mind
Look at him, look at him

We all know he don't bang 9's or slang dimes
I see Eric all in ya DNA, you a St john
Ask Clips how I rock in the hood
Already left Chuck buried (Berry'd)
You niggas better tell 'Johnny Be Good'
I rock different
Every statement I make adjacent to greatest
You fakin', these rappers hatin'
Complacent with bein' basic
Feel like a doctor who on vacation
Smack it's hard to relax when
Another nigga testin' ya patience (patients)
So I pulled up in the old school Bronco
With a John L waitin' (Elway)
They saluted me when I
Touched down Terrell Davis
The infamous, bring that line
Backer, I'm Von Miller, rhyme killer
Sendin' this John nigga to John Denver
Y'all see how I took the
Broncos and intertwined John Denver?
Shit like that where me and John differ
You a rhyme flipper, habitual stealer
I'm iller don't breathe, rob me blind
You'll still die nigga
How the fuck you throw a Pay Per
View with Smack prices for one rounders
Broke ass nigga think he ever so slick
Janky promoter
Get off that Russell Red and Jelly Roll shit
That shit is crazy he
Got that warrior mentality
He just out here robbin' niggas
Now all the fans feel like OKC
You took 35 from a lot of niggas
Look at him, look at him, salty
Jonathan don't like me tonight
Tank top screamin' loud "I don't think-"
I got wife beater tight
Take a step back and look at yaself
You really felon like the
Degenerate identity thief
You took an L and- you stealin' niggas bars
Stealin' niggas tricks
Stealin' niggas names
Prolly stealin' niggas whips
Did a Pay Per View event and
You was stealin' niggas grip
Even created a slogan after
Stealin' on his bitch
She say some shit he don't like
He throw the swiftest of jabs shawty eat it
Shake it off and continue to spaz he like
"Bitch! When you get done gettin' me mad
It's still two more rounds of
Me whippin' yo' ass"

Yo, so what I watch Bigg K vs
O-Red while I was gettin' slow head?
I'm sorry for bein' outspoken
Truth be told it wasn't my idea, it was hers
She wasn't to see who could
Go the longest without chokin'
Huh? Geechi? Sound stolen?

Geechi geechi said something like that?
Kay y'all got me
I just figured if I'm Da Don, he screamin'
"Mafia", basically you owe it to John, gotti
Aye, ah fa, ma na, ya ga, bye bye
Never know what this man sayin'
I guess it only land for
The field niggas like plantations
But, I don't wanna keep the fans waitin'
I said, "If I fire my 9 y'all die
BAOW BAOW!" Here go ya translation!
Classic? Man, I made ya dinner
Watch me style on Red, I
Make the target low, go
Then get a round on Red
These leagues don't book you for
The crowds nor bread
Businessmen don't like owin' shit
That's why nobody'll count on Red
Aye, is this the league that Matt adore
(matador)?
Y'all couldn't pitch him these cards
Y'all put Red in front of a Bull
Knowin' there's a race you'll get charged
This man pen'? San Quin'
The most vicious of bars
But, I can tell you why you'll
Never be considered a star
What's an O-Red moment?
Exactly, you're so forgettable
And what I write will get Red easy
That makes it legible
No strong pops, fast run, women reach
Heard what I said to you?
In addition he's not that fire
Baby how Incredible?
You wasn't even a challenger
'til Champion put you on that pedestal
But ever since you wore that
Hoodie dress vs Ave
I sent a pray above to check for you
Your stock plummet
So stop frontin' like it ain't upsettin' you
But, I guess you gotta act like everything's
All right there's nothin' left for you
I should flag ya IG cause
Ya image is unacceptable

And you look like ya stylist did the Bird
Box Challenge when she was dressin' you
Any bitch that would have sex with you
I bet nothin' below their neck can move
That's why I brought Nina, to make O
And she can turn Red vegetable security!
That's what you mean you got work, Aak?
You'll never get this high earned stock
Bein' a part time church cop
You think you equal up to my worth? Stop
I mean you prolly could be rich
If you picked up every dime Surf dropped
It makes sense
Screamin' "Jersey" when you stoppin' ya rhyme
From you bitchin', Tsu snitchin'
All you niggas got a problem with time
But, it's fine
Y'all got a cool startin' five
Just need a better bench
Ain't it funny he heard, "Ain't
No cryin' in the URL"
And been droppin' tiers (tears) ever since
There's Arsonal, Shotgun, Twork, Surf
Serius Jones and then you
But, if I go in this
Arsenal and get this shotgun
To work and then get serious
Jones and then sue
Once you Jersey battlers get ID'd
(Ah Di) Boom the fo' fo' go
But, you'll need more than ya Lady
Luck if I catch O-Solo
You know O? You should be a part of my league
Cause, I can really help you become
The biggest star you can be
Look at Loso, Bad Newz, Clone, free Clone
Let's just start with those three
Yeah they've been on other
Platforms but let's
Agree they've gotten farther with me
How 'bout joinin' a crew? I'm just
Thinkin' of a marketin' scheme
Cause how you gon' put Jersey on if
You not part of a team?
They say the Crips run battle rap, right?
They owned every card so it seems
That most his (Moses) staff
Shouldn't Red take part in
(parting) the C's (seas)?
Freddy Kruger glove couldn't get this
Sharp in his dreams
You don't wanna lose one of ya sons
(SONS) don't get Heartless with me
Chest shot, i'll make him really wear his
Heart on his sleeve
Ya 9 showin'? Mine blowin' like
It's hard to believe hold on

Fake chokes aight y'all I got it
I apologize for the sloppy cadence
But y'all know damn well I wasn't chokin'
Y'all just ain't peep the body language
I did this, this, this then this
You needed more said?
Well see what happens next
(necks) is I'm grippin' arms and
Aimin' for heads (foreheads) this boy dead!
I'm only here cause- nah
Cause this was an order from Smack
Soon as Surf feel like battlin' again
They not callin' you back
King of the small room
Right? It's perfect that they call you that
Cause you goin' in a box
The room don't get no smaller than that!
Round 2 man

You run wit' Christians and Bow Wow
Somethin' ain't addin' up
Four Horsemen, Shad Moss
I count at least seven faggots bruh
You said I should join ya squad? Why?
Your league? The Bullpen shit? For what?
They remind me of the '05
Marlins when tragedy struck
Cause if a nigga on the Don trail
(Don'trelle) will this Bullpen back him up?
I doubt it, I'm sure Loso know
I'm a Ruger sparker john artists
(Artis) can get bagged wit' 'em Rubin Carter
Tell this faggot chill
I clap the steel he pushin' daffodils
You get the shot right after John pass
You Bradley when I'm shootin'
God better lift your soul off of Mother Earth
Silencer, you won't here shit when
I let a couple burst
Christ himself couldn't save ya
From this muzzle work
He intervene I pop Jesus Jake Shuttlesworth
Forgive me Lord that line outta line
Back to this fuckin' jerk
I got the sweetest girl, she ready to
Pop, get to singin' like Lauryn Hill
If you 'Ready Or Not' for a few G's
(Fugees) , you get pistol
Whipped with my TEC-9, split ya shit
Your bottom lip will get the Wyclef, John
It's no reason to call '911'
Do not bother cock rider
Get smacked with the five like a fly swatter
I'm a rottweiler
Beam on top when the gwap holla
A top shotta, the original Don Dada
Close range, let that shit bang in his chin
Fake chokes
I know y'all don't think I'm chokin'
That was my way of sayin' when
I aimed at his chin close range

BLAOW! He'll never body language again
Yo, but what the fuck you just say?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, whatchu just say
The whole shit about, oh, you feel
Like, uh, muhfuckin', you John and Gotti?
That what you just said? You
Find you John Gotti?
You'll never be John Gotti, you the
Type to fuck up a classic, you Rob Zombie
He escaped that Rum savage
But all of this dick suckin' tryin' to get
Surf to battle you, not at all, son average
Just face it
Givin' Tsu J is "just" backwards
You J "just" backwards? Pump action
Got all kinda kicks like a punt package
Run faggot
You get held down when I lift the weapon
If the first meal don't fill him up
I give him seconds
Get an entry wound and an exit
Wound from the Smith & Wesson
I'll turn that multiple choice into
An open ended question
I body shit, close range, for real
I got that 9 palmed on me uh, huh
You'll do this shit like
Your Rum Nitty battle y'all don't get it?
That mean I'm givin' the shirt
Off John John for you
He'll literally go from John John Da
Don to 'Living On A Prayer' jon Bon Jovi
Look at him, he know he gettin' murked
There was no other option
I had to throw him in the dirt
Tonight I can admit
You wasn't murder in the first
But that murder in the third will
Lead to the same hearse ya heard me? Jersey

Now I know to be in my
Position is tough to get to
But to take the disrespect I've been givin'
Disrupts the mental
You see there's more on my agenda
Than winnin' and punchin' witchu
So if you don't mind
I need some time to address a couple issues
Before Spit Dat Heat there was
Grind Time George, no shade
I'm just statin' facts
Laid the foundation for Atlanta battle rap
And guess what? I was the face of that
Made my way to Smack, Grind Time collapsed
Shit gets real now bro
If I never moved to the
South and Spit Dat Heat
For real you might've never
Seen me Miltown Bloe (blow)
John John Da Don vs T Top, to this day
The most views on that platform
It ain't my fault niggas
Came to Bullpen cause
They got tired of gettin' back doored
So when you say we stole all their talent
You must be bored bored
Cause how I take from a league
I literally open and closed the door for?
Bullpen over bullshit
You know what that's for? You see Bullpen
That's the south's #1 battle rap platform
And the bullshit? Payin' Norbes
To host ya event
But he chillin' on the back porch
And y'all wonder why the GZ process
Is such a crash course chef Trez!
Where he at?
Can't believe you be talkin' all
This shit you do
When you asked around to come to
Bullpen? I never sent for you
Still have you Syah, DNA, Bad Newz
Them fights was big for you
And you ain't even have to travel
The move was pivotal

But here we are, and let me guess
You leave that match
Just admit, I played a big
Part where he's at, facts
I invested so I need that back
You let him bite the hand that'll- wait
I thought you couldn't eat that Smack
And now the bloggers wanna say I robbed
The culture? So I'ma dumb out
All because I did one event and didn't
Tell 'em it was one round?
Well gather 'round cause the solution to
The problem has been found
Y'all wanted three rounds, pop pop
Pop you happy now?
I was the one that risked my rep
Goin' to URL to 106
So I was the one that showed BET
Network that real battle rap does exist
How you think Smack got UFF? That birthed
Some of the best talents we got
So without me there may be
No Ill Will, no Brizz, no T Top
No Chess, Xcel, no Saga
No Dot and off the top
No Prep like a battle that's on the spot
And I introduced Jermaine Dupri to this shit
On my dime!
So if I brought battle rap to rap game
Shouldn't this culture owe me for a lifetime
But this the type of thanks I get?
I'm pissed, you my son, I'm
The reason you here, thank my dick
Sorry, all your other siblings got swallowed
Thank my bitch
If I gotta die to put Tsu aside
(suicide) I'll take my risk (wrist)
You ready O? One false move
And the Dessy blow
And when it rain, noodles and red sauce
Uh oh you Spaghetti O just let me know
Is this the type of smoke you prepared for?
Cause, I have his baby mother drop
Her son off a plane
Now that lil' nigga airborne
Yeah you was there
When Hollow nigga's tried to jump me
Should've been dead then
But, I'll wait 'til his cousins wit' him
Then I'm washing ten or Red's kin
Wait, Cousins? Washington? Redskin? yeah that
Ain't take no hard thought
That's why your career's all backward now
Cause all you bring is sports
Bar to this bar sport
You lost your voice at Summer Madness
For real? Who would've thought?
Ain't it funny how Mr r
(Ed) went horse and couldn't talk?
They gave him Halls, coffee, tea
Ginger and oil
You still couldn't finish ya round, right?
BAOW! I'll finish it for you!
Nigga you spoiled
As you can see I came for a fight
Cause you way too dark for me
To be takin' you light
Please don't say the John if
You ain't sayin' it twice
And if you don't add Da Don
You ain't sayin' it right
Just came to talk man