Dat Boi T - "Nothin' But That Screw" (Feat. Young G & Doughbeezy) Official Video

[Round 1: T-Top] Ayy, it was so hard writin’ for my dawg I said “damn, where am I gonna start?” I know to y’all, he appear (a pair) a animal like Noah’s Ark But I know he soft You try anything on this stage tonight, and I’ma throw you off And have Roc(k) on his back like a hot stone massage Yeah, I know you fraud I know he fraud He ain’t never take no trips for them long plays I told Shine, “It’s a different typa butter in the park, K (Parkay)” I put soda on the water, make a crystal out of soft clay Watch it sizzle in the pan, that’s somethin’ you never saw, Tay (sautée) I had them shootin’ up every night, man my scale was jumpin’ I gave them straps, spoons, needles, anything that could help wit’ somethin’ We ain’t even know the police was there, sometimes you could just tell they comin’ It’s like Midnight Madness, everybody left and had me givin’ out belts for nothin’ Shells is dumpin’ Yeah, I just talked to my plug last week and he told me that some bales is comin’ And if he throw you work you’ll snitch, yeah you could tell he frontin’ Big blade, from the side of your ribcage to yo’ belly button Or I could make him sit wit’ a thirty, I R. Kelly somethin’ Tell me somethin’ Why you ain’t never learn nothin’ from what the staff offer I mean, even when yo’ career was bad, awful All we heard was, “Get that nigga Roc!”, and you ain’t see how it was bad for ya But now do the inflation, we see how much that gas cost ya They put Roc in front of a Tank, boy this sound like Donte vers’ Gervonta I’m on your lawn, Tay Wit’ a long K ‘Bout to pick a bitch up in front of the crib, it’s a prom date You know why we don’t get along, Tay? ‘Cause I know you never gave a shit After the fight, I was on the line everyday wit’ Brizz Like- like where you wanna take it, kid Yeah, we kept watchin’ the footage back tryna see who on stage and shit I seen yo’ man jump front line, yeah he always down to take a risk I guess Chess was just a pawn that take a risk Why you ain’t jump in that brawl? Oh it’s makin’ sense It’s like the police breakin’ up a catfight: Tay’s (tase) a bitch But do you know the real part that kept makin’ me sick? It’s how we said a line about a nigga moms and you screamed out, “Say it again!” Bro it was regular shit But you put so much emphasis on it, you made it a magnificent moment Mook thought we was tryna diss while he mournin’ Then some fists got to throwin’ Boy you moonwalked yo’ skinny ass to the back stage Put glasses on and was back laid Makes sense to me, ‘cause we know he met his baby mother on backpage Why you ain’t tell ‘em that, Tay? I guess I gotta be the shit-starter Tell ‘em how you was scrollin’ online tryna skip the gays and she became a list-crawler And had the bitch daughter Look look look loook look I’ll hit all ya, I’m rollin’ through ya neighborhood wit’ two straps wit’ me The sign say 35 but I don’t do that limit I’m creepin’ in a car wit’ no tints, they like who that wit’ me? All they see is me smokin’ Roc(k) through a fishbowl like New Jack City And he a bitch We ain’t never seen him swing a bit Joe Dirt: we found out Roc(k) was a piece of shit And y’all wanna know why I’ma end ‘Titles too? ‘Cause I’m entitled to A real nigga like Nas album wit’ the N title too I heard you had a love triangle, and had two men fight for you Then got mad when they ain’t wanna come and spend nights witchu See, I got a invite for dude from like midnight to 2 I slide on a Street Fighter, that’s a M. Bison move Smack, why you been payin’ this nigga pennies bruh You know he just now gettin’ his own car? I mean you made Roc see rentals (Roxy Reynolds) his whole fuckin’ career like the pornstar Who knew I’d be a mogul? I was stuck on my trappin’ shit I started on the corner then moved up to traffickin’ We was broke wit’ cocaine dreams, nigga that was it I learned from Craig, when life beatin’ you up, you grab a brick Ayy Roc, we ain’t have us shit, bro; I really had to pitch these dimes I had the border locked down on my Brittney grind (Grin’) You wanna tempt me? Fine I’ll make this bitch recline I had the chop’ in the corner like Ric Flair, and I done hit the ‘Title 16 times Bitch Bro I done been to Edgewood nigga, I seen y’all world Niggas press, y’all fold, I done seen y’all curl Chess can’t even hold his liquor, we done seen y’all hurl They had to hold the ‘Title up like a ring card girl Ayy, but I do thank you For comin’ to see me as a man, I’m too grateful ‘Cause for years he been runnin’ his lips but let his crew save you Ave, Surf, Chess, I made a few angels Wit’ bullets the size of Belaire bottles, the blue labels You lost over half your members and now your crew hate you So all Top see is a autopsy, yeah that’s the closest he’ll ever make it to a cool table First Ave and Kannon left, I said, “Damn, what the fuck is this?” And then Brizz left the group after he seen he was a fuckin’ bitch We watched you change Chef for Chess and a buncha other Crips Like if he kept the Wave around, we wouldn’t know this nigga jumpin’ ship You dumb as shit That’s why my career’s outlastin’ ya I’m outclassin’ ya My gun got probable cause, so whoever ridin’ wit’ him, it’ll takeout passengers Slowly, we seen your fangs comin’ out; you bit everybody that was down bad for ya Accusation after accusation, you know how many we can Count, Dracula The coroner gotta [?] yo’ shit, [?] I had the White mixed wit’ the Brown: South Africa I heard you got wit’ a tranny, then kissed your baby moms afterwards They say you made him a bubble bath wit’ a little bit of lavender You nasty, bruh Concrete Y’all niggas ain’t fuckin’ wit’ me Concrete They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ me [Round 1: Tay Roc] Ever since you tried make it known that you want take the throne Vibes between us ain’t been similar since (scents), we ain’t usin’ the same cologne Night Of Main Events: I chiseled this date in stone N-O-M-E; this card wit’ no me, it ain’t a NOME Change your tone There’s no chance for you They wanna know, if Brizz was cool wit’ the both of us then where he stand loyal? I like surprises, don’t let the plan spoil But I ain’t one of Bizzy (busy) friends, it’s nothin’ but Thom’ (time) on my hands for you Blam on you Special beam on the cannon: Piccolo Bangin’ it, hangin’ it over Top: mistletoe Unload those I used to sell whole Os Even fake white and (in) the glass like all the official snowglobes The coke sold, I had packs there for me And I sold dope, it was always some kinda Smack there for me Back then, you couldn’t trap where we be Niggas would’ve took your herb, honey, and your Blackberry, T (tea) Who brought this fat Bear to me? No Grizzly, I see cubs I let a shotgun lick out a shell, you’ll see slugs Fuckin’ wit’ Roc, I wanna see blood Lemon squeeze, this’ll hit his lip then (Lipton) sink inside T (tea) mu- You didn’t know? You standin’ in your very own plot Imagine the pallbearers tryna carry yo’ box Imagine He’s heavy as fuck Ayy, imagine the pallbearers tryna carry yo’ box You gon’ end up the one they carry home shot Get the red beam on his forehead: that’s the cherry on Top We at war Whatchu thought I brought this mask for Rappin’ ‘bout drugs, ‘til I crack Top in his glass jaw (jar) I pop and that’s when somethin’ collide A casket is what they had to build the Bear (Build-A-Bear) to stuff him inside You’ll get beat and battered Upside your skull, ‘til pieces shatter Inf’ beam charge up wit’ a USB adapter A vest won’t even matter Squeeze the ladder Kings vs. Queens: these Clips spit, and you gon’ see Jesus after Heater clap ya Send a fragment through they shirt Remington shell: look like a mini Kool-Aid Burst I’m that hostile When you battled Charron, that cat fried you And you lost against EK, G (EKG): he flatlined you Question: is you high off E or (Eeyore) a fent’ Perc’ Bounce like Tigger, I pull this trigger, your head burst And I could see I hit the Bear when he (Winnie) got a red shirt I said Eeyore, Tigger, the Bear Winnie got a red shirt Semis’ll pop If he survive, his weight vividly drop Y’all ain’t gon’ know that it really is Top He’ll get out the hospital skinny as Roc Like Tommy from Martin: y’all gon’ look at him, and y’all ain’t gon’ know if he Bizzy (busy) or not You’ll really get shot in this out of town arena Or pistol-whipped, get blood on something I copped out the Houston Galleria Ayy, Top You play today, split his shit, grab a heater Top fadeaway: Jada Pinkett-Smith, alopecia Middleman actin’ like he the head of a cartel He done signed up for this, and that shit wasn’t thought well This 30 curl but it don’t be a barbell Duck your taco, if I catch him on tour, T’ll (tortilla) get a hard she- Your skull s- It’s me I’m chillin’ right now I’m tryna chill Ayy Your skull swell The body rot, harsh smell I just caught the Bear in a trap from a trail of some [?] Let’s see if he still talkin’ in that freshly built coffin Unload a shot, open up top: it’s a milk carton Real Spartans, we spazzin’ Still sharp then keep slashin’ Feel heart then keep stabbin’ Wheels parkin’, he dashin’ Steel sparkin’, heat clappin’ Bang Glocks, see action Eight- You’re dead nigga Fuck outta here nigga It’s me, nigga Fuck is wrong witchu nigga I said Unload a shot, open up top: it’s a milk carton Real Spartans, we spazzin’ Still sharp then keep slashin’ Feel heart then keep stabbin’ Wheels parkin’, he dashin’ Steel sparkin’, heat clappin’ Bang Glocks, see action Eight shots, speed past him Graze (grays) Top: Sheed Happens BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH IT’S ME IT’S ME IT IS ME THAT’S LIGHT Bitch Fuck wrong wit’ niggas Ayy Graze (grays) Top: Sheed Happ- Boy, y’all see how I beat the hell out my kid? Summer Impact, your fat ass fell on us, and that’s the only time I fell out wit’ Brizz Bitch, you’ll get hit wit’ every shell out the SIG He ain’t keep his eye on the baby, then Bizzy (busy) body fell out the crib Peep, in battle rap, I’m action packed You ain’t even half of that Who want smoke wit’ the ‘Titles? We can have a ladder match Matter fact, Magnum clap His upper half detach from that All y’all see is the bottom of Top, read the Snapple Fa- I pack a strap- That’s liiight This shit easy I swear to God on my fuckin’ kids It’s easy Peep, in battle rap, I’m action packed He ain’t even half of that Who want smoke wit’ the ‘Titles? We can have a ladder match Matter fact, Magnum clap His upper half detach from that All you see is the bottom of Top, read the Snapple- I pack a strap wit’ 30 R.I.P. Bernie: the Mac is Black Grab a gat 8 throwin’ bullets: Matt Hasselbeck Casket nap Kick in the door where he trappin’ at Have him pourin’ all his Os out his bag: it look like Apple Jacks Bitch It’s me Hold up I’m on you nigga You got me fucked up I’m on you I’m not done nigga Y’all thought I was done? I’m not Ayy Have him pourin’ all the Os out his bag: it look like Apple Jacks That’s a fact We don’t even know what tier he is Outta you and Rawsteen, all we wanna hear is Brizz Wit’ the suppression, you could still hear the SIG Noisy ass shot, point it (pointed) at Top like Egyptian pyramids Here it is You fake showed me props You phony, stop I used to think that we was homies, Top Now I know we not You trollin’ Roc? Grab a clip, start loadin’ shots Pop up in the Bear crib unannounced: it’s Goldilocks This ho forgot Bitch Easy, Beasley Nah, I’m not done I used to think that we was homies, Top Now I know we not Trollin’ Roc? Grab a clip, start loadin’ shots Pop up in the Bear crib unannounced: it’s Goldilocks This ho forgot Watch what you say, I know a lot Rawsteen used to roll wit’ the Cave, you roll wit’ opps When you battle me, you get straight bars ‘cause my flow is hot I don’t dig up dirt, I make sure the dirt go over Top That’s liiiight This bitch is dead Easy, nigga [Round 2: T-Top] I said yo Bro, now when I first heard you was fuckin’ wit’ trannies dawg, I said, “Come on, Tay” I was more disappointed than mad, I made the palm face The nigga said you tried to take him to your mom’s crib… that was the wrong place Told his wifey he was chillin’ wit’ the guys… he made a strong case Now I don’t know if the nigga name was Fred and shit But you definitely was askin’ that nigga for some head and shit He had blue hair like your baby mom, that’s when your lil’ fetish hit Makeup wit’ the painted on reddish lips He said, “Nah, nah, it ain’t what it look like, family” Y’all know how I say it’s coke but it cook like candy Well I believe the accusations, and it took light plannin’ ‘Cause both his baby moms and his girlfriend look like trannies So I believe it Now when you first started fuckin’ wit’ that bitch, bro, I bet you thought that it was all terrific New tricks in the bedroom, she was awesome, gifted All submissive But since the footage got released out by all them critics We can’t even call her sister We don’t know who balls she lickin’ Hypochondria: we startin’ to look at Caution different This ain’t at all a gimmick ‘Cause when we want a quick visit, we just call a name Bro you married a slut, a who- a- boy it’s all the same But you think the shit is all a game Got robbed for your fake jewelry then went and got a ball and chain What’s up wit’ this fella? Bro you was supposed to hit it then quit it, but you cuffed it and settled Why buy the cow when you could have the milk for free, you coulda upped and just left her Now I don’t know what Roc owe (Rocko) in this Modern Life, but now he stuck wit’ that Heffer Bruh they ain’t gotta like it nigga Shut up But now you stuck wit’ that Heffer Just do your thing, just make sure you can handle it first ‘Cause I see you tryna make a family work And you even put a ring on Caution like a Amber Alert But I guess that was the love in the air Bruh we told you she was the biggest slut of the year And you had the nerve to s- “What the fuck i-”, it was us tryna put a bug in your ear Stupid Stupid You fuckin’ idiot We told you Ayy, but he ain’t wanna listen, I guess know he’s hearin’ it Yeah, everytime she get her ass beat, he responds wit’ arrogance I done been through baby mama allegations, I coulda showed you how to handle it But it can’t come from “Bizzy the Bear”, you gotta talk to Bizzy the therapist {T-Top puts on glasses and holds a clipboard} Okay, now Accordin’ to my notes, you been like this since a boy Seein’ pictures of your wife bent over was somethin’ you was tryin’ to avoid She said he had her lips out wit’ cum stains, you shouldn’t’ve wifed that bitch at all You mean to tell me you run the Cave and didn’t see the writin’ on her walls Nigga naw Nah nah nah nah hold on, hold on The second thing it say, right It say you can’t get mad when niggas say that they had her, too Yeah nigga don’t be showin’ no attitude You can’t let them niggas know that they damaged you It’s the evolution charts: you supposed to walk away as a man, but you start by actin’ like a animal That’s totally different The third point, stop contactin’ niggas askin’, “Did you have my girl? Di- did you have my girl?” Nigga you done lost your mind You up there late night arguin’ wit’ niggas, that’s what put you off your grind But we all know Scorpios is freaky, and you should’ve paid more attention to Caution sign I said ahh See, that’s why your bars no longer move me Your whole crew remind me of YSL, right, but that was all part of the movie ‘Cause come to find out, she started givin’ up the coochie to a nigga named Lucci Oh my God Yeah that’s why you shouldn’t’ve never wifed the bitch You got him sendin’ threatenin’ messages online like we ain’t just watch that indictment hit Yeah, sometimes your pride get in the way and we can die as men So if you ain’t got real beef wit’ Lucci then why offend (YFN)? I’m just askin’, and I hope you could set the record straight You tried to send that man to Heaven gates Was ready to kill Lucci like he was beatin’ on Reginae You gotta do better, Tay {Audience member says, “Fire”} I know it was nigga Don’t say none Ayo, you gotta do better Tay See, sometimes you gotta make sure your friend’s head is straight and that they headin’ straight ‘Cause you was back catchin’ for a tranny tryna make it to second base Do better, Tay I take Caution, give her saltfish ‘til her eggs separate That bitch a breakfast [?] See, and one of yo’ best mistakes Was when you grabbed Jakkboy Maine chain like, “What the fuck is this?”, knowin’ the one around yo’ neck was fake Huh? Why you do that? Why you do that? Bro Yo’ best mistake Was grabbin’ Jakkboy Maine chain like, “What the fuck is this?”, knowin’ the one around yo’ neck was fake Do you know what fraud you have to be To clown a man about his chain when yours cost half the piece That’s why you do not got my respect ‘Cause two weeks later, you let niggas take what you rock ‘round your neck And come back wit’ an even faker chain that say “Roc” ‘round your neck I come wit’ a Glock 9 and a chop’ ‘round my neck Give him 23 and 1, that’s that lockdown effect *Bloo blaka* from this T is not sound effects I understand you cool wit’ him like [?] But sometimes you good wit’ him, then you not down wit’ Rex You came in the game screamin’ how Dot Mob the best So it confused me when everyone in Dot Mob had left All that drama ‘round this set It was Roc in this and then Roc in that Niggas took your shit, they had ‘em rockin’ this and [Crowd] Rockin’ that [T-Top] Bro why Surf and them Crips ain’t never ride behind that Something’s odd behind that All them GunTitles but the story red (read), nobody died behind that And I know you and Surf honor them things The designers and chains That’s why you stole Brizz battle, ‘cause your loyalty’s overridden by your desire for fame Concrete [Round 2: Tay Roc] I technically don’t need a team, I came in this shit dolo, the big Cave Who put in more work than me on the big stage? He would go on strike again if he knew what I just made You don’t get paid I cut up Top, like a temp fade Switchblade Split Top down the middle: French braids Whatever bitch fuckin’ you got some sick ways You look like a orangutan wit’ clothes on, how you get laid? Fat stupid bitch; I can call you that in a slick way Or in pig Latin: you at-fay upid-stay itch-bay You ain’t alert? You knew not to upset me and make it worse Tay is cursed Like June sixth 06 is my date of birth I came to work You should’ve dressed up like you came for church Aim and burst Put the Bear on a tee: Palm Angels merch We militant Shit gon’ get a little vigilant, ignorant Split your shit over a simple incident Pistol whip I will dent your shit wit’ the pistol grip Spit the clip Big rounds clappin’ like cymbal instrum- I don’t care if Haymaker’s your weed spot If I was Piru in his Fruit Town, I still ain’t buyin’ your Tree, Top Please stop When I cop ammo, they gotta restock I like G-locks Spot him, got him (SpotemGottem): Beat Bo- The aftermath, you gon’ see Dots You like a deal on the table, they puttin’ you in a scope to see shots Listenin’ for sounds and they think the beat stop They don’t know if it’s The Chronic or they need to Detox Look, there’s no drop tops or any kinda cars in this chop’ shop You wanna see ARs (C-A-Rs)? Well look, here’s a chop’ Top If he play wit’ him, he better keep Ks wit’ him I be ridin’ ‘round up North, Wess’ (West) on my lap: Pete Davids- Heat stay wit’ him Just for the fuck of it, no reasonin’ You only safe if the police wit’ him So make a choice: chicken or shrimp? Don’t beef wit’ him You missin’ the flavourin’ packet? ‘Cause when Top rhymin’ (Ramen), there’s no seasonin’ I have to get at you I know I have to get at you That’s light That’s light, I gotchu though He don’t rap like this You don’t I have to get at you Rappin’ pitiful: that’s your typical Gon’ make a nigga smack and spit on you Leave a cat in critical wit’ the ratchet [?] Drive by the candlelight, hit every individual at the vigil Crack the head of you That’s the only shit that’s respectable Show up where you live, your kids gon’ have to ask for medical I’ll pull somethin’ foul out and catch a technical We can start oldest to youngest or alphabetical That’s acceptable Ice pick: stab the neck of you Drag the flesh of you Turn you to a actual vegetable Broke chest plate, crack your pectoral Flatten your lung, puncture your heart, slash the ventricle In the hospital, staff is checkin’ you ‘Bout your pain like, “Did it kick in?”, but he don’t know if it’s workin’ like he had a edible Oh you half-man, half-bear? That’s incredible I’ll leave you hooked to machines: you’ll be half-man, half-electrical What’s up wit’ this? I ain’t the one that you wanna diss This a ass-whoopin’ back in the ‘90s: I brung a switch Pistol whip, it’ll hit you hard as a ton of bricks Bust your lips FN (a fin) in a Bear mouth: he huntin’ fish Fuckin’ bitch And you talkin’ ‘bout Caution, some sucka shit ‘Cause that video wit’ the mother of your child is some other shit But like that video, I’ll have a BM’ pull up, glizzy hang out: sound just like your baby mother suckin’ dick Bitch I will have Caution bust your shit… What this faggot thought? She’ll stomp you out in slides if you actually fought Y’all seen Waterboy, when his girl and his mom had to sit and have a talk? He get a mouthful of Crocs, like Vicky Vallencourt Clap the torch Shoot through you and who standin’ by ya Smack, he don’t want smoke, he (Smokey) the Bear, he scared of fires In the trap, I used to scam wit’ buyers and handle liars I swear shit was a battle every week, like Danny Mye- Boy I thought you knew that this kid is an elite It look like you say “fuck the company” and this the misery you keep This tool buck, put you infinitely to sleep I’ll pull up like a food truck and leave Bizzy (busy) in the street Hit you wit’ the heat Clap up whatever he whip today This’ll leave all your tires flat, Top (flattop). You think I’m kiddin’, play (Kid ‘n Play) You in the way Lift and spray Clock you out, put this 9 to 5 and end Bizzy (busy) day I bring a Glock Or a big nose: King of Pop Pull somethin’ from the side and Top gon’ drop, like Jenga blocks Niggas play and wanna call out me End up in a morgue tryna figure out how he died, and that’s all Top see (autopsy) R.I.P Bitch Blade to his face, push force through Then right through the stomach, shuttin’ down a organ or two Then right through his foot, steel in his heel like a horseshoe Whippin’ a lot, I twist it in Top like a corkscrew I warned you Now I’ma show you how the shit goes .38: big nose Double barrel: Swiss rolls Catch him in traffic, TEC wit’ the Swiss holds If you don’t have a MAC (Mac) on your lap, Top (laptop), this’ll hit your Apple through the Windows Fuck this battle That’s light [Round 3: T-Top] I say yo Y’all wanted to talk about the strike, right? You and your man Y’all wanted to talk about the strike, right? See what I tried to do was take battle rappers from makin’ regular bread to really seein’ ‘em checks Shit, I was really believin’ in that We all put our contracts in a group chat just to see who would rat And Rain told me everything we put in that muthafucka he was feedin’ to Smack That’s a fact That’s when I found out the hate was real ‘Cause he kept sayin’, “It gotta be Suge, it- it gotta be Suge”, and then we found out it was Tay that squealed So when y’all say the strike ended too fast, I was feelin’ the same way for real But you know when your co-de’ start snitchin’, shit you might as well take the deal He been top coppin’ Yeah if he had a kilo in front of the boys, they would not lock him And I done gave the people L bowls (elbows), but I can never tell Roc ‘bout ‘em (Rock Bottom) You wanted a rematch? Cool, my nigga, I put the grips on him I heard he Rollin’ wit’ 60s, well hats off to tha- I put the Brims on him Nigga, stomp him out, y’all gon’ see double soles; I put the Timbs on him Take his daughter, she been gone so long, the milk carton say Brizz on it I’ll put a knife in his ribs then put a spin on it The slab so big, Houston, I put rims on it Yeah, and if we was locked in a room wit’ no cops, I get it poppin’ wit’ dude Solitary confinement is what we not gonna do ‘Cause I’m a sneakerhead, it would hurt my soul (sole) to have Roc(k) in the shoe But you know the point when I stopped rockin’ witchu? When you told the world, “I’ll be back Ave”, and then you left that man to die in the hospital COVID-19, ventilations, we couldn’t even see his vitals move Then you hung yourself marryin’ Caution, she just wanted to tie the knot witchu Ayy look, ayy look All that gang gang shit tonight, you better stand on it Gun Bar King? When you had a Calicoe in your face, nigga you ain’t put a hand on it This your damn warnin’ All that “almost about to fight”, nigga knock it off Or it’s docs involved, bandages and cotton balls Swellin’ here, lumps is there, a whole bunch of knots involved Caution tryna get the swellin’ down, Ice Cube and Roc(k) like Ride Along Yeah, I got the call Not from Smack, from Baltimore They say he do not be wit’ k- I know, Shine I know, Shine Yeah, I got the call Not from Smack, from Baltimore They said he do not be wit’ killers His gun bars is just bars, he will not pull a trigger They tried to give me dirt on you for a whole lotta figures I said he the little bitch followin’ Wave, I don’t need no mo’ on a (Moana) nigga I got a whole lotta hittas And when you see ‘em, boy they loadin’ Rugers You said somethin’ ‘bout “on sight wit’ the MAC”, well they don’t own computers I don’t care if you got Eazy or Chess witchu, I’m still sendin’ over shooters And whatever’s under Roc(k) get ate, like Timon and Pumbaa Bitch, bitch, bitch Okay, we got some math to do Bruh tell me how the fuck I came in after you and still end up passin’ you {Crowd affirms, yelling, “Facts”.} [Tay Roc] Big cap The biggest cap [T-Top] They said facts They said facts Yo, ayy ayy How the fuck did I come in after you and still end up passin’ you I mean that might not seem right to the masses, cool But don’t act confused Nigga my first year in it I did the BET Awards, and then came back for two Yeah, rapid moves They never asked for you Netflix specials, I be actin’ too Yeah, Funk Flex Freestyle… aight yeah, that was a nasty move But I still got business ventures, different avenues A record label that I own all the masters to A studio, big artists be passin’ through I got Kid’s World Giveaway, yeah that’s a app we use to help kids after school Yeah, I got classic 2-on-2 wit’ Brizz then after that, Jerooz Yeah, yeah, Haymaker, Unbearable, that’s two weed companies I’m established through I’m not sayin’ this for no braggin’ tools I’m just mad at you And I’m mad confused You been in this culture 15 years on average, dude I mean a star online, ain’t even got a website we could tap into Huh? See, I paid attention to everything you was attachin’ to The Aves, the Mooks… the Smacks, the groups Feel me? You been in this game 15 years on average, dude I mean a star online, and you ain’t even got a website we could tap into I mean the most you can talk about in battles you done grabbed a boo Nah nah, that’s actually cute You know what, from now on in battle rap, that’s the move You leave your BM for a chick not even half as cute and get married too ‘Cause that’s somethin’ you been chasin’ your whole fuckin’ career, to find out it wasn’t worth it like dragonfruit Yeah, I got two nicknames for him in this battle, yeah: drag and fruit Or passionfruit They been wanted me to kick yo’ ass, I just ain’t have the passion to Concrete [Round 3: Tay Roc] Them fake personals can put you in a lotta danger That shit fuels a lotta anger You really be bendin’ and stretchin’ angles like usin’ a wire hanger You not a gangsta Two 9s, both got a laser They look related but ain’t the same: they doppelgängers Free Twork It was somethin’ I said to him in our rounds It was, “You the reason niggas like me gotta battle Swamp now” That really go for you, you ain’t seein’ the light? If y’all niggas would’ve shut him down then, he wouldn’t be here tonight Speakin’ of Swamp, where is that T.I. voice havin’ ass nigga? Soon as I see the man… Get the whole clip a Tiny Tips, the heater blam Run up wit’ the chopper out, he like, “Is we beefin’? Damn” Then put the sticks on Swamp, look like a beaver dam Back to you, we miss you beein’ the coke-sellin’ fat nigga We miss the fake drug bars from this fake crack dealer Now he got all these angles, when you become that nigga? Bill Collector voice: we liked you better as the trap nigga I’m mad witcha Your friends, you should try and replace They’ll tell your fat ass that you’re losin’ weight and lie to your face An entree already comes wit’ one or two sides wit’ the plate Why would you order another side wit’ the plate that’s the same size as the plate? You don’t want beef [T-Top] That was cold Bitch ass nigga that was fire You bitch ass nigga [Tay Roc] Your friends, you should try and replace They’ll tell your fat ass that you’re losin’ weight and lie to your face An entree already comes wit’ one or two sides wit’ the plate Why would you order another side wit’ the plate that’s the same size as the plate? You don’t want beef, you should diet wit’ grapes Fuck I need to put it in Gun Titles or somethin’? I call the Locs if it’s beef, you gon’ die, it’s wit’ Grapes This fat nigga won’t survive in this place You ain’t know we got the same jean size: .45 on the waist Take this time to think, ‘cause you ain’t never thought like Your fat ass can’t slide down a slidin’ board or sit on a swing set and be alright Spendin’ all this time witcha kids at the playground and somehow you still can’t enjoy the park life (ParkLyfe) Boy, I bet your back hurt ‘cause your titties too big for your body, bitch Yeah [T-Top] You ‘bout to “body-bitch” me? [Tay Roc] Yeaaah Yeaaaaaah Yeaah Ayy I bet your back hurt ‘cause your titties too big for your body, bitch That third round I had for O’fficial can get remixed for your body, bitch I’ma cook him I’ma remi- I’ma cook him That third round I had for O’fficial can get remixed for your body, bitch You fat body bitch You chicken snack wrap body bitch You got a C cup on the front and on the back body bitch Confused body bitch Pregnant in middle school body bitch You got that “wear yo’ T-shirt in the pool” body, bitch I’ma keep it goin’ {Crowd chants 3-0} Ayy {T-Top says something to Tay Roc} That’s fucked up I’m tryna remember where I’m at, that’s fucked up Ayy You fat body bitch You chicken snack wrap body bitch You got a C cup on the front and on the back body bitch Confused body bitch Pregnant in middle school body bitch You got that “wear yo’ T-shirt in the pool” body, bitch I’ma keep it goin’ You got a bad health body, bitch You got a “it’s a buffet, help yourself” body, bitch Extra mayo, extra bacon, turkey melt body, bitch You got a stomach overlappin’ the belt body, bitch Him wanted? Picture that, it’ll be a large type photo You a soft type bozo But that is somethin’ that y’all all might know though My nigga Crip, don’t think my dawg ride dolo A call’ll have a Bear surrounded in blue, look like a Klondike logo That’s light Now I’ma kill him for real Now I’ma really kill him I’m not even done Ayy Look like a Klondike logo Ayy, Top That Summer Impact shit is old, wit’ no meanin’ into it But when you threw that bottle, you should’ve tried leanin’ into it You ain’t battle Cal? You could easily do it I’ll put a Calicoe in your face before Smack and Beasley do it Honestly I pull a switchblade from the side of me My girl called, I said, “When I get Bizzy (busy), don’t bother me” She think I ain’t got time for her, and that’s silly as it gets I’ll bring him back split in half: that’s two Bizzy (too busy) for my bitch 50 wit’ the stick And I could silencer the shit If I look and happen to notice him drivin’ in his whip Like any other hunter that survived in this event If you see the Bear in the field, then fire through the tint I start a riot in this bitch if I grip my tool I ain’t got it all, you know my mind miss out screws Right, left, the big guy snooze Top floored in the building, gon’ sound like I get penthouse views You a jokin’ nigga, you be laughin’ a lot I pull out one 911 (9/11), somethin’ fly and crash into Top Your shit split Stand over him ‘til it click click The Bear laid on his back: Yogi after the picnic Run your mouth, ‘til it’s your mouth where a gun is put Son get took to a bridge, and the drop is a hunnid foot They don’t know what happened, and they don’t wanna look They just know some cat attacked the Bear: Shere Khan in Jungle Book You not a fuckin’ crook Why you keep talkin’ like you somebody I will tie you up, make you watch, view the body Your bitch take a shot right through the body Then Top the next person, I’m always tryn’ outdo somebody He’s talkin’ clever ‘Til a boxcutter hit him and carve a letter Like that movie Ted wit’ Wahlberg, leave the bear wit’ a Mark forever Sever shit He get hit wit’ the edge of it You’ll be dead as shit Knife in the Bear neck like I’m Leo in The Revenant Devilish This murder-for-hire Dior runners, Balenciaga mask, I could purge in designer Pick through his ribcage, turn it behind ya Then let it spin around his neck: give him a Hurricanrana Bitch You see it slicin’ Oh he ain’t know that I’ll kill people like him Skin the Bear then wear him: look like a Medieval Viking We is triflin’ Cuttin’ ya Leave it stuck in ya Like a circus act how I go for the Bear jugular (juggler) I’m a hustler And he don’t know what this element bring I spent a lot on a necklace to bling I copped a orange Charger last year, this year I might do a Tesla in green Or a Porsche, maybe matte (mat) white like a wrestling ring You’ll never be king As long as long as I’m here on this damn scene The loyalty I bring in this shit is a rare thing I told Brizz when he was on my damn team Just because he cool witchu, don’t mean I gotta fuck wit’ the Bear, ‘Steen (Berenstain) Fuck this man mean? I call a gatherin’ This what’s happenin’ We on a hunt, doin’ more than travelin’ for battlin’ I’m mad at him I grab a Glock, stick a ladder in Somethin’ gon tear if I buck it (bucket) on the Bear: it’s Paddington They gon’ have to carry you We’ll do you terrible You’ll get beat wit’ a barrel, the sight of the Bear, it’ll be unbearable I’m darin’ you Think I give a fuck if your damn friends wit’ him It’s 30 hollow tips in this clip: it’s the bare (Bear) minimum I’ll injure him {Tay Roc sits down at the edge of the stage and T-Top tells him to get up or he’ll walk off} Ayy It’s 30 hollow tips in this clip: it’s the bare (Bear) minimum I’ll injure him Pistol-whip him, get a dizzy brain Think shit a game? You’ll end up in silly pain Spray the can like bear mace, lift and bang Have half of T (Tee) wig hangin’ out the Bear face: look like Grizzley chain Is he insane? If he say he is, still niggas lyin’ Tell him like I told the others, I don’t feel niggas rhymes Who he foolin’ wit’ them steel-grippin’ lines Tell him Tell him Tell him [Smack White] We on real nigga time [Tay Roc] Tell him [Smack White] Give it up for Roc [Tay Roc] TELL HIM! [Smack White] Give it up for T-Top [Tay Roc] Tell him! [Smack White] URLTV.tv [Tay Roc] Da Biggest, nigga [Smack White] NOME 12 Hashtag “NOME12” Every battle you see will be on the URLTV.tv app