URLtv, Nu Jerzey Twork, Tay Roc - Tay Roc vs. Nu Jerzey Twork lyrics

I shook his pride!
Like, "Twork comin' nigga look alive"
He died with his eyes wide open
The nigga look alive
We finally got this locked bitches
Took a hot minute hot pistols
You keep showin' up to battles wearin'
All these fuckin' costumes
Nigga you got issues
Y'all won't be seein' no
More Michael Jackson jackets
So y'all just 'Remember The
Time' you had 'Roc (k) With You'
Glock pistol, cock and spray
But first I wanna give Roc his praise
First nigga with this high level energy
First nigga with gun lines back to back
There's a lot of things we got from Tay
Glock'll spray
I'ma put the Pioneer in the trunk
Y'all gon' hear from a block away
Stop it Tay, you just a bitch with guns
Disrespectin' the hustle
And you disrespected Hustle
Can't go back to New York for
That shit that you done
The apes gon' chase you right up
Out the Cave like Temple Run
This who you deal with Smack?
A nigga beefin' wit' a
Bitch from Gorilla Stone
Ain't do shit to the niggas
That took his chain, how real is that?
You so worried about the Gorillas
You need to go get yo' silver back
(Silverback) steel will clap!
You dyin' on the set
Niggas took your jewels off in ya home town
What was all this "slidin' with the TEC"?
Couldn't be me
Cause nigga I'ma die for my respect
Let's take it back, Double Impact
NWX, it was one, "suck my dick" and shit got
Violent for the vet
So that's the second time niggas had to
Take Shine from 'round ya neck
I get to wildin' with this TEC
Burn him and blaze him surf like
"On Neighborhood Crip you touch him
And I'm knockin' you out"
Nigga this 30 will bang him
And at his funeral
Ain't nothin' but sermons and prayers
He can't call Surf to come save him
This a pastor preachin' and this time
You can't turn to ya neighbor
This 30 gon' bang him
Surf get to talkin' this Rolling 60 shit
I'ma buck my pound give a 60 nine
(69) , I'ma hold this sucka upside down
Live rounds goin' over his head
I live 28 minutes from Edgewood
You know what it is
Don't push me, I'm this close to the edge
You was bold on the web
Do all that talkin' in my face
I'ma slide down errrrr
To that apartment with an 8 i see ya bitch
Fo-fo I'm spark it in her face
I told her to beware of the dog
And then I put Caution on the gate
I'ma slide off, spin back
Now there's Caution on the tape
I'm so terrific
I went in the kitchen, seen Chef
Now it's broken dishes
Living room, bucks left on the couch
Can't even go and spend it
Outside, Henny packed up
Like the prohibition pole I'm liftin'
Roc (k) landed in the neighbor yard, who gon' go and get it?
I lift the pole on bitches cannon clip you
And lately I've been dealin' with bad
Bitches that I can't commit to
So I can't just go out with a 9
I got standard issues speakin' of standards
Aye Lady Caution, let's stop this cappin'
I heard you went from John John
Tsu Surf to- oh you got a top ten rappers?
Heard she went from Gates Of
The Garden to URL
Wonder how she got them battles
Don't you know back in the day
Whores got stoned to death?
Ain't no wonder why Roc (k) went at you
You'se a little body bitch
Popsicle body bitch
Sick, need to be in the hospital body bitch
McGriddle body bitch
You'se a brittle body bitch
The instrument they use to play
The fiddle body bitch i'ma keep it goin'
You'se a Henny bottle bitch
Not even a full size
You'se a mini bottle bitch
You got Minnie's body bitch
You ain't anybody bitch
Before yo' ass got with Roc
You was anybody bitch that sound familiar
What happened to ya baby moms?
Y'all remember ya baby moms? She
Was bad as shit that unfulfillin'
Now she's fuckin' with an NFL nigga
I know it fuckin' kills him
Hoe football playin' 'round yo' fuckin'
Children like Russel Wilson
I know it's tough to deal with
Nigga ran off with ya hoe
(whole) kid like Rumpelstiltskin
I up the pistol
Raise it on him, blaze it on him
If I knock Dracula costume off he stays in
Coffin, even the red eyes take off
Like a late departure
No more keeping in contact
It's a restraining order
I'm finna bang it on him
I just ignore ya crew
So many niggas done left the Cave
I can't even go to war witchu
Ever since Brizz Rawsteen left
You need more recruit's
Aye Brizz, if it wasn't for Roc
You wouldn't even be here
He literally opened up doors for you
I'm Strapped In! I'll clap you in a coma
Madness i could snap at any moment
According to the culture
Y'all had it surely known
But, I was there, right by the stage
Y'all got the story wrong
Top threw a bottle, Brizz threw a bottle
No Tax threw a bottle, they goin' on and on
Brizz ran straight to the back
He got his Maury on
Roc standin' there actin' like he
Don't know what's goin' on top drop, Chess
(chest) popped out like Omarion sorry y'all!
Rest in peace, Zaid
But Brizz homie the only one
That was doin' Twork moves
I would've went to jail
Ended up in an orange shirt too hurt who?
Jersey

You let me down in that tournament nigga
What's up with that?
100K on the line, Drake added 50
Damn near doubled that and you fumbled that?
Boy if you come with three
Rounds tonight you lettin'
Me know I'm more important
Than them 100 racks
You better come to rap nigga
Not just for Drake or for uncle Smack
If you choke
I'ma delete ya number outta my fuckin' jack
I'ma up the strap, drum attached
Somethin' clap
Who's that offensive player for the Jets? Um
New jersey (Nu Jerzey) running back
I gotta check him, without a question
I feel like Will Smith, I gotta put my dawg
(dog) down to show y'all I Am Legend
Sinners gotta Heaven
Splish Splash, a Hollow wet him
Fire a weapon
Let it fly through the buildin' 9 11
Nigga said he would kill Tay Roc
That's how they all sound
Tonight is not the night for you
To be droppin' the ball now
Against me is ya last chance nigga
Don't let us all down
You the reason niggas like me
Gotta battle Swamp now shotgun, sawed down
This ain't a game
My passenger Burke put bucks (Bucs) on Twork
Make it rain, we ain't the same
I raise and aim, bang the thang
Leave you sleep with ya eyes
Open in major pain (Major Payne)
This nigga thought he could out bar me?
How sorry
I find out where you live, pull up
Pull out calmly this shit'll take ya arm
Leg and scalp partially leave Twork
(twerk) all over the crib, it's a House Party
I can make every single bar gold
My touch is Midas like my hands hurt
Cause whatever this author write is
(arthritis) tight
This guy get hype and he tryin' to fight
The clip is a half moon and it's lit for you
The entire night
I'm the violent type and more outspoken
40 cal' totin' you will get shot in ya head
Ya scalp smokin'
Like MGM films before the movie come
On he'll hear a loud roar
Then by lyin' (lion) with his mouth open
Makin' movies is all that I care about
Two choppers
Two tri-pods this picture a pair'll mount
(Paramount) i'll air him out
The steel lift and peel shit
I'll have an arsenal
(Arsonal) and Shotgun Surf-ing
Through Jersey (Jerzey)
It'll get Real sick (Sikh) , real shit
End ya life when this fifth bang inf' beam
Red Light, Green Light, Squid Game
The clip hang i ain't in a Crip gang
But, I'll send niggas to his
Neighborhood that's Nutty and Insane
And they don't have patience
They gon' dump every last case in
Have the murder scene all sheets and
(Sheiks in) Shells gas stations
Pistol whip him, the end of the Mag' breakin'
The vision of Twork (twerk) blurred out
Like we censoring ass shakin' strap blazin'
Cook this cat like I'm half Asian
We gon' wreck if you don't stay
In ya lane like drag racin'
A burner is gettin' lifted
Murder a nigga wit' it
Boy, I'll turn you to one of
Them little circular picture pendants
Boy, you fire, when you don't choke
And deliver all rage
When you choke you let down the
Nigga that get us all paid
You battled Loso, I was front row yeah
Givin' him all praise
I had to give courage to Twork
(twerk) like pills do for strippers on stage
Clips is gon' blaze, you'll turn up dead
I'll burn the lead you my brother
I can't watch you die so I turn my head
Raisin' cans gun cocks Gauges blam
His body flip in the air and then Twork
(twerk) on the ground, it's a Jamaican dance
Aye, I'm at ya location, FN in the shorts
Amazon Prime
I knocked then left him on the porch
Stretched him with the torch
Every round out the gun a ton'll
(tunnel) go through New Jersey (Nu Jerzey)
I can connect him to New York
I'll pull up in a Porsche skkkkkrt
Hop out of an old Carrera
Bullets hit the couch, TV, I'm even smokin'
(smoke and) mirrors if ya bitch live
It's cause I chose to spare her
I have that whole place that Twork in
(twerking) dead like strip clubs
In the COVID era
I'm talkin' 'bout hurt this man family
Drown Twork
Jersey (Jerzey) underwater Hurricane Sandy
I'ma end up murkin' this bastard
Have it lit at ya wake
Ya funeral ratchet, Twork in a casket
Don't fuck up my classic
This shit here can even ya stock
I hate the fact that you the one
I gotta treat as an op'
Believe it or not these heaters will pop
I don't know this Gun Title
But even with a vest ya chest
(Chess) won't be easy to (Eazy The) Block
Nigga light bars
Gang shit

When will all this treason stop?
You don't do nothin' but gun
Bar after gun bar
No substance, angles, schemes or plots
If this what y'all callin' the face
I don't even wanna compete for slots
Raisin' Kanan, why beef over territory
I don't see nothin' you unique in Roc (k)
He needs to stop it
This biggest mouth with the weakest body
Little dog
Hidin' behind all that bark like Geechi Gotti
It's transparent, speakin' of trans
Y'all gave me the dude with the allegations?
Who the fuck is this man scaring?
Truthfully I thought this nigga been gay
(Bengay) , I put that on my grandparents
You get clowned on stage, but that shit you
Do in the comfort of ya own home
Just keep it from around this way
I ain't come up here to talk about Roc he
She (Rikishi) , that's somethin' he gotta sit down and face
I'ma surround his place
Y'all think he poppin' but he not
If he lose tonight
Nothing from his stock is gonna drop
If I lose tonight
Ain't none of my problems gonna stop
It's back to slidin' on the ops
Cleanin' the McDonalds with a mop
I'll be somewhere delivering
Krusty Krab Pizza
I got a lot ridin' on this Roc (k)
I'ma slide down his block, take a right
Cut the blinkers off
Pull up to they hang out spot
I'ma creep in dark
He outside with the whole Cave Gang
Oh he think he smart i already saw Roc
(k) group
That's why the Lincoln (Linkin) Park
That's old wisdom
He don't know he gettin' a humble abode visit
Soon as he pull up to the
Crib, I'm outside his home, sit
I'ma stop Roc (k) right before he go in
That's goal tendin'
Like, "Hoe nigga this pistol mean violence"
Soon as he look for his strap I
Knock the vision clean out him
Caution in the back of him yellin'
Aye Dracula tell her
If this bitch just keep wildin'
I'ma put a Mac up to the bat, that's Mr 3000
I'm wildin' i slide daily
Insane asylum tryin' to see
If my mind's stable
Cause they found him face down in the hole
Look like a massage table
You not gangsta, you not concealin'
What ops you killin'? They use Roc
(k) to hold the door open
Like a project buildin'
You all kinds of filthy
Fair warning, this nigga took a pic'
Legs cocked wide open
Stickin' out his tongue, I said
"What is this man doin'?"
I don't even wanna talk about that shit
I was scared for him
Let's just jump from that line with
His tongue out like Air Jordan can' on him
I'm Strapped In! I'll clap you in a coma
Madness i could snap at any moment
I can't fall for these traps
That nigga Murda Mook told you
To suck his dick
You said it was lit, I thought he mean that
You see Mook ain't do a motherfuckin' thing
That nigga Mook would've told me
To suck his d- ooow, i couldn't seein' that
It would've went from "suck my dick" to
Him doin' a Party Arty rematch
I don't honor these cats i don't just talk
I really walk the shit I'm about
The Cave known for pretendin'
That's why y'all had to kick Vada out
I keep hearin' Biggums fat ass screamin'
"Get that nigga Roc!"
The homies pullin' 'bout six Llamas out
If we can't get Roc address
(a dress) we goin' straight
To Big Momma's House llama's out
Your baby girl won't last after these
I'll put ya kid on the front page
Give her Mad magazines
I'ma clap at ya teen, I keep a biscuit
Two Glocks, these ain't twins
But these is civil
One bitch with no body swingin' for
The Title like Venus Williams
But the other bitch got Guns
And Cake like Serena Williams
I'ma squeeze relentless, grip the pound
Gun clicks Did him foul baow, baow
Hole so big you can see into Tay
I'm finna sit him down wHHHAT?!
I bang nigga piru Blood gang member
Thang lift up i really bang though
I'm a bastard and khaki Dickies was gang code
My mom a pastor
I went to Catholic school in the same clothes
I use to rob the white
Kids for they shoes, like, "Change those"
Ran them (random) bitches right outta they
Vans like Bang Bros thang blow
Jersey

I told my girl
I'm 'bout to hit the club and
Find this bitch I wanna see
Usually she would trip
But this specific time she
Didn't fuss with me she trusted me
Cause, I got her gun wit' me
And she know I'ma be starin' at her texts
(TECs) while this bitch Twork (twerk)
In front of me don't fuck wit' me
Gun cocks this a bull pup wit' me and
This baby stay wit' me, i got full custody
You battled Geechi and let him take ya place
Disgustingly
Now he's the face and you are the L
(URL) of the company it's up wit' me
Fuckers are Strapped In! It's straps 'round
Like a mental patient in padded rooms
We strapped down we strapped now
My straps? Bizarre, it don't stick out
But still up to bust like a strapless bra
If we scrap or brawl I'ma beat homie ass
It's gon' be fast
Pistol whip, strap to the face
Mick Foley mask bro get stabbed
'til it's stuck or broke in half
And you can see it showin' through Jersey
(Jerzey) like shoulder pads
If I'd have read your tweets
And you don't said, "it's beef"
You would've been like that one
Jersey nigga vs danny
Spittin' out hella teeth
Shit ain't never sweet
Blade on me, turn you to shredded meat
He ain't see the pick in the pocket
I'm a petty thief rest in peace
Buck shots go in the shotty
I let this gauge pierce a big hole in ya body
Or drive-by holdin' the Tommy bllllllt
Get ya block shot wit' the stick
Like I'm a goalie for hockey
Everybody got guns
You must not comprehend barely
You'se a fat nigga with a
Strap cause you been scary
I'm a skinny nigga without a strap
I would've been buried
Ace Amin is proof that niggas that
Even go to the gym, carry
You know Jim Carey, that movie where
He had on that yellow tux i can have my dawg
(dog) put a Mask on fuck shit up
You'll get left with a head gash, dead ass
He went missin'
Cops knew something was wrong when all
They seen was a red flag actual slaughter
I will drive-by, clap up ya corner
This cat is a goner
I'll have ya blood splatterin' on ya
If I use this Judge
I'ma have to ask for a lawyer i blew
(blue) caps to the core like natural water
I have to destroy ya sic the savages on ya
Hit his organ, eyes
(organize) will be fucked up like he
Ain't have it in order
I'm at his door, packages for ya
I caught Twork (twerk) in the room
I'm like a disappointed dad in
The room with his daughter
We at his funeral, in the back
Standin' in a straight line
His moms readin' that obituary and
She can't stay calm
She like, "My baby Twork, AKA Raivon
Got killed wearin' his hood like Trayvon"
I will bang mine
Come from this waistline, put you all away
Y'all ain't know his name was "Raivon"?
We gon' call him "Ray"
You'll get the bat with the
Spikes in ya skull today
Martin and Eddie in Life
Somethin' get clawed in (Claude and) Ray
Bombs away you'll get shot with my thumper
Sting Ray through the chest, Crocodile Hunter
"Roc's a wild fucker", dude's stay trippin'
I'll have you eyein' a
Barrel, in high definition, it blew
(Blu) Ray vision you joined K-Shine
Then left him the next day?
I seen through that shit when you joined NW
(X) -Ray
This ya death day, I'll do him mad cruddy
Now answer this question
If you so Strapped In, then how you crash
Dummy? That's mad funny
You gon' get what you ask from me
What you on? E? I'll put this
40 on Five gas money
Your whip crash, and you almost burned alive
Guess what movie you would've had a
Perfect role in? New Jersey Drive
I heard he died, then revived
It was gettin' scary, they had to bring dawg
(dog) back from the dead Pet Cemetery
That car wreck, gave him another cut
And another cut
Cause his seatbelt wouldn't work when he
Was tryin' to buckle up
You fuckin' nut, it's lit for you
From here it ain't gettin' better
Wait, fuck the cops that shot up ya whip
Cause we stick together
But the cops shot up ya whip and you ain't
Do shit? I thought you was wit' whatever
You almost got taken out by a 12
Like Cinderella on God shit nigga!
We all at the table on some mob shit
Suit up on him job shit kim brother Rob shit
My nigga don't talk, he smoke Silent Bob shit
I Will, Smith the leader Suicide Squad shit
No vegan, no tomato, I don't squash shit
Outta nowhere you get popped up
Surprise shit taught to just stick through
The beef kabob shit
Put in work, before I had a car
It was my mom's shit
Bomb shit, nowhere to hide shit
I find shit and go through the door
And flip the screen it's a Sidekick
The 9 spit, this hammer ain't my shit
Really the text
(TEC's) is in a different name
Like a side chick
The chopstick under the armpit
Clear a mosh pit
No TV, this Drake ain't the one to Josh wit'
His soul wonder
(Wanda) up to the cosmos Fairly Odd shit
Playgrounds or not
We swing through and slide shit
When mine hit, everything inside rip
Cause conflict
Tie you up, no bondage, this guy a hostage
Violent, pillow, over ya face, for silence
Feathers fly everywhere like I
Shot an ostrich
Ya side hit, I paralyze shit
Make ya spine shift, ya mind split
Ya egg crack, we tryin' omelets
I'm outta pocket
I will leave this guy unconscious
Hooked to machines and
Doctors doin' diagnostics
No pipe wit' him, then it's the blade
The strike in him i might kill him
He tryin' to wrestle
But losin' the fight in him his life endin'
Paralyze him soon as the knife in him
Leave Twork (twerk) without a bottom half
Like white women i'm triflin'
At your funeral? Smokin' on the gas
They bury you
Then I burn the roses on the grass
Don't want my fingerprints on it
Cuz said, "Hold it with the flag"
I'll walk through Jerusalem like I'm
Moses with the staff you dead nigga!

Let's set this straight
Yes I called you the GOAT cause
When you move you don't hesitate
I've been here for the Dodge emblems
The Craftsmen jeans
How you got to Mook and then levitate
I don't know a lot about
Antonyms and synonyms but
I know how to shoot when the weapon straight
And I know a lot about homonyms so I
Can't let you resume with this resume
You finna die Indeed aye Smack, if this ya
Brother, advise him please
Pine boxes don't come from the finest trees
And since he rich, you get high quality
Redish brown wood mahogany
Hand crafted in South America
You don't wanna see a guy in these
(Guyanese) fire please,!
If I burn his house down
Who gon' be your face when ya man die Troy?
Pour gasoline ' (Lean) Wit' It
Roc (k) Wit' It' there goes your Franchise Boy!

Twork jumps in the crowd

Hand my toy i'm finna clip this nigga up
You said, "DNanny" for "DNA in New York"
That shit was iffy bruh, listen up
I'll show you how to split
The states and cities up
Cause that ain't go over or land though
(Orlando) like you went to Disney bruh
I don't wanna see you now or again
(Oregon) , I suggest the niggas wit' you Duck
You go to police, it goes South da code of
(Dakota) the streets take ya lips
And zip 'em up
I went to his home in Baltimore
The nigga think he big and tough
When he see his daughter on the floor it'll
(Florida) switch his feelings up
On my waist is where the cans is
(Kansas) and if I lift these pistols up
I shoot his baby boy crib
I won't even miss his sippy
(Mississippi) cup
I'm 'bout to clip this nigga up
Put ya boy up in a ditch bang bang
That's the sound of ya shorty gettin' hit
Bang bang
That's the sound of the war we in the mix
He can't buckle up, his seatbelt won't work
Bang bang
That's the sound of the 40 on my hip
And this a new car
So if you don't buckle up you gon'
Keep hearin' that noise until it click
I get noisy with this bitch
100 round out the TEC I'm firin'
I'm 'bout to send you up to Heaven flyin'
You 'bout to find out how
Beautiful God is like Aphrodite
Hey Smack, if this ya gunner
You should've gave him better guidance
He should've never tried this
If he don't die, he gon' leave here in
Liver failure like hepatitis
If I have to find him, I'ma grab the coaster
I'm outside with the ratchet blowin'
Boom boom
I shoot the door until the latch is broken
Boom "HEY ROC!"
He in the bed restin'
I flip the mattress over
Now he can sleep upside down just
Like a bat suppose to i'ma clap the toaster
I'm holdin' the fifth i see Caution, I say
"Bitch you better not open ya lips"
I'm pretty cautious
Gloves on so they don't notice the prints
Red Lobster
I even put the tape over the grip
Like, "Where the coke and the piff?"
If I clip you up, that wasn't
Roc, I really had rocks
I'm talkin' zips and up
Methamphetamines, oxycodone
Prescription drugs back in my heyday, I
Would've had Caution samplin'
Pass yo' bitch the blunt whole dip of stuff
Like, "This the stuff"
Let her test the boat out
Make your missus Puff
I got yo' bitch on cuff she talk crazy
But she follow the plans though
Police pull us over, Big Bad Wolf
She gon' swallow the grams whole
Can' blow, get ya pals dumped on
Oh that's a vest? Teflon? That's just
Gon' get me riled up more
Cause dome shots the only thing
My pound bust for
Better hope that's what your foreheads
(four heads) made outta Roc
(k) like Mount Rushmore
Dump on 'em, you might get killed
Say somethin' I don't like for real
You gon' die for real
We goin' outside for a single file
(foul) line like a fire drill
I'm Strapped In! I'll clap you in a coma
Madness i could snap at any moment
Your life is over
You might not quite deserve it
But a kind soul won't do you no good
Once I light ya- this might get personal
Everybody duck cause this rifle burstin'
It might split Drake head wide open
Just like the Sprite commercial
When they ask who's the king
I'm the rightful person
It's time to steal the torch
I was outside with the fans
I'm the one they feel for sure
I went to the small league events
I gave 'em real support
I got PG's in the buildin'
You try to seal the door
I even stopped them Crucible niggas from
Havin' to deal with Norbes
I took off the hood, I jumped over Suge
I'm the most creative
I went on strike when you
Said you wasn't earnin' paper
When Smack had yo' pockets tapped
Who returned the favor?
I 'Started From The Bottom', no entourage
I was comin' six deep
Still the most imitated
I'm the reason K-Shine went on
A 20 win streak i'm the streets
Pray to me, I'm the synagogue
When it come to battle rap
I'm exactly what it epitomize
Nigga I'm Smack gunner
It's time to wear that shit with pride
Let's turn Real Nigga Time into the Bigga 9
Baow Baow Baow!
Nigga died, I shot him in a jiffy
Hit his noggin with a 50 french blunderbuss
Take an oval off his
Head like Monica Lewinsky
You gon' move out the burbs
I'm 'bout to take this one to the grave
You got my word
Drive-by, chopper out the GMC I'll
Shoot out the burg
K clip, press down on a half moon
(Do not disturb) that was mean Twork
And now I got a body on
A half moon like DreamWorks
You be talkin' often
Nigga you soft as cotton
Wait 'til ya gang get around
And be talkin' often
I'ma wait 'til them niggas leave
And spark it on you squid Games
By the time they come back Roc
(k) 's in the bag, he done lost his marbles
Jersey!

I ain't gon' lie, this nigga's my friend
How about I get my kids you get ya kids we
Hit the beach and we can get 'em to swim?
Nah, I'ma drive us all to a
Cliff and let the sinnin' begin
I'ma let our Child's Play but I'ma
Push my friend to the end i really am him
You, were not the first to be copied
I've been cloned
I faced all the writers that been known
Y'all Champion Of The Year, yeah
Y'all see how I did Jones
This nigga from the Cave
Knocked over more pens
(pins) than Fred Flintstone
I have to be the master
Eazy, he the Captain of the trappers
As far as Chess? He actually will clap ya
Surf? I get to passin' him a ladder
And have Tsunami hit Jerusalem
That's a natural disaster i'm uncontrollable
And I don't do what I'm told to do
Unload on you then trash cans disposable
Rifle, from the Civil War, put a hole in you
Like Back I I The Future
I will bring something old to Nu (new)
Cannon wit' me, blam the semi
'til this can' is empty
With ya life, you're gamblin' Jerzey
(gamble in Jersey) Atlantic City
This man get busy mini chopper mounted
That mean the Drac' posted on the
Wall like a fan of Drizzy
Stop playin' wit' me
I don't follow by the rules
I gotta lot of goons
Them niggas ain't got a lot to lose
I got a lot of tools
This a chopper not an Uz' this'll knock Nu
(New) Balance off
See him flyin' out his shoes ratchet dirty
Soon as he turn around, clap the 30
NBA protest, that's a piece
(peace) to the back of Jerzey (jersey)
I'm a hunter
Preserve the kill if the catch is worthy
Hang his head up on the wall taxidermy
Who believe in him? If the ambulance comin'
Bitch you needin' 'em
They know not to gas me up, I use premium
Chop off a limb, mail it to ya mom
I get unique wit' 'em
Foot Locker, I send her home a box with Nu
(new) feet in 'em
The can' erupt, blam shit up
It's like bowlin' after we done rollin'
There won't be much left standin' up
I don't care if this TEC jam or what
Stab his side, get to ribin'
(ribbon) on Jerzey (jersey) it's
Breast Cancer Month poof
Magically, appears a Nina
They hear this steamer
It'll go from this shit bein'
Packed to a clear arena
Jakk better not try to be no hero either
I'ma bomb through him then drop Nu clear
(nuclear) Hiroshima kill his leader
Hollow tips what this clip contain
Turn him to a memory inside
Of a picture frame
Up close or long distance aim
Don't matter, arms on Jerzey
(jersey) , NBA Christmas game
I lift and bang
Your vocal cords will get shot
Your voice? Over, like them videos on Tik Tok
I don't believe that ya clique pop
Bitch stop
All that tough talk, I ain't buyin' that Nu
(new) thrift shop make ya strip hot
This shit drop whoever not in the family
Shreddin' niggas Edward Scissors
The chop is handy
We get the drop then we slide in the Camry
Huge shotty, I will get Nu
(new) body Dr miami
To these fans, you the wild Blood
The big bully
But to me, you just lil' bruh, a kid to me
You heard right, I poke this
Knife in his left, turn right
Drive it straight up the middle of Jerzey
(Jersey) turnpike you'se a termite
I earned my position
You will get murked if I'm trippin'
I will let every round burst from my Smith &
You fuck around and be a hurt opposition
Left there, shakin', with a wet t-shirt
Who said Twork (twerk) competition?
You ain't ask the culture
I'm mad that I had to smoke ya
Everybody, Jerzey
(jersey) in a bag practice over
I tried to tell him that this
Ain't what he want from me
Battle rap is not a job to me
This shit is fun to me
Fuck a scheme, angle, punch
It's 'bout a gun to me
The gun is the only thing that
Get the job done for me