[Round 1: Coffee Brown]
You think I give a fuck what these ladies like about me, n***a!?
You think I give a fuck what these ladies like about me?
Look at my knuckles, n***a...it ain't nothin' ladylike about me
Battle rap...just like Paid In Full modern-day
I guess you ain't gotta be somebody no more
You can get online, lie, and front like somebody you ain't
The doubt, bullshit lies
Mothafuckas tryna smut me since I came
They said I can't see Top angles...so I wrote this from the window on a plane
Every fuckin' interview, every battle, bitches sayin' my name
I drugged these bitches to death, and still let 'em live: that's Narcan
I ain't got no fuckin' family or friends in this, I been betrayed
If you think I give a fuck about JC or a Christian battle rapper
When I'm still seein' the cross in my own people 'til this day?!
I ain't never fuckin' worried about your blessings or your judgements either way
I am a predator: it's in my nature to eat and give God the preys (praise)!
You better watch what you say
I will take your kids and make 'em work today
Drug mules
Yeah, put my powder in your baby diaper and send him through TSA
Then I'mma round-trip that lil' bitch through all 52 states!
I don't be wit' online debates, doin' the most for clicks
I gotta play it smart...
They don't know how many charges I be with self-defense
Real 'Dino bitch, I'll do him grimy, I'm so easty
Anybody from URL can get it, please believe me
I'll put Cheeko down in his backyard soon as he meet me
Smack bald head, I'll do it greasy
Even my boss could catch a bullet!
I'll do you cold (Cole), Beasley
I got a question for OnlyFans: why they wanna stop Coffee?
Tired of seein' me show my ass?
Well, I'm flat-chested: y'all won't see Top off me
Yes, I left the fuckin' Riot, I'm on my own
Y'all should really expect a bitch to be outside 'cause I ain't got a home
I am not Smack
I never asked for y'all business on this phone
I blocked these weirdos
But they give their two cents and sub me on they own
I'll get you gone
'Dino First Lady, I do the most
Get you blown
Face off (faceoff) wit' a MAC (Mack) in here?
Naw, I'mma get some more people first - it's one of those
I came straight from Michigan 'cause he the one I got it in fo'
I'll have your body missin', detectives questionin' your kinfolk
Where'd they find T? MI
Now I'm givin' too much info!
Where do we begin?
Practice makes perfect, I'm prepared to win
Razor - (*swoo*) - I wanna take everything from Top, and start all over again!
Self-made bitch!
I hit the road, I ain't reach out my hand
These mothafuckas talkin' 'bout cancelin' me
I don't give a fuck - I made my name off bein' BANNED!
I took this battle wit' no break, bitch, to see you break, bitch
Get yo' back broke if I'm on yo' ass, like "Can you take dick?"
I wanna strip-search your whole crew
I'll be in your pockets tryna scrape shit
I'm finna test the Culture...since I got a stick in this bitch like a rape kit!
They said, "A queen's job is to serve", but I came to dictate shit
I can't fake shit
Messy bitch, how the fuck you gon' get a run on me? You too lazy
I ain't seen a n***a do this much dick-suckin' for a spot in battle rap...since Ben Swayze!
I'll put some money on yo' head, send my gravediggers
A lotta guns, we raise triggers
I'll have them puttin' you on a chain, n***a...like slave dealers
I don't fuck wit' nobody!
It ain't that they don't fuck wit' me
Coffee's an acquired taste, messy bitches sip the tea
Gun look like a boiler room, big gauge on the heat
I will bring it to his home!
Fuck keepin' it in the streets
Rented an apartment upstairs from my opp', on a 30-day lease
So even when I slept on it...I stayed on top of the beef!
New Twitter!
See clips over those words, a lotta birds: I sent a Fleet!
He unhealthy
Shoulda consulted CDC, prolly
See, 2021, Coff' (cough) evolvin'
Now I'm finna attack the world and T body (antibody)
Fans said they tired of hearin' bitches 'bout shit they don't be 'bout
That's some shit we can agree 'bout
So I'm finna rap about beatin' bitches up, drugs, guns, punchin', stompin' and weed routes
Fuck you...and everybody that believe in you
I will kill your son if he wanna be you
Think LAX
Try some fly shit, get dealt a (Delta) bullet
It's goin' through T 1 and stoppin' in T 2!
You think you shies', T (Shiesty)!?
No! You shaped like Pooh!
Cooler kit, for T bones: let's have a barbecue!
I don't want shit from you, no dick from you
Refused gratuity: I don't even want the tip from you!
These bitches are battle rappers, they are not a opp
I will lump your head and have you talkin' to police, too
Now you can join them bitches: y'all (k)not cops
I will not stop!
I wanna walk this King down a block wit' a piece (peace)
Feel like Coretta Scott
Boy, my n***a from Detroit
I give a fuck if you got guns, he got better chops
Don't get me pissed off
Heard you wit' Zip 'Em Up
I hit my 313 n***a a couple plates to have Zip sauced
Can't nobody talk that shit to me
I give a fuck who it is
Cleopatra: I'm the first Black bitch had n***as movin' bricks
I ain't never in my life turned down shit!
I was born a breached baby: I been a standup bitch
If they compare our cloth, I'm Gucci
You could see the double G in me
He's Burberry design...well, we can all see the B in T!
I wanna talk to you
Standup n***as get sat down in recline
So for (sofa) now...get comfortable
[Round 1: T-Top]
I said, free my dog
He wanted to be a trapper so bad
But he had a job in a stock market
He made some good money too, he was just mad that he got bosses
And now he doing work from his cell, he got charges
It's just crazy how he left his cubicle for a box office
Now Smack asked me, have I fucked you before
I told em "Nah..." on some player shit
He said "You ain't gotta lie to me, shon. Who you playin' with?"
Oh, y'all on y'all interrogation shit
'Cause first thing you do is hand me Coffee
Well, I still ain't sayin' shit
'Cause if that's my shorty, she trappin' for me
If I'm holdin' when the police come, she better snatch it off me and stash the soft, B
I ain't trippin', I'm used to hiding my packs in Coffee
You got potential, well let's see if we can reach an alliance
She said I got a couple pounds, baby, we not excited
If she ain't trying to take a trip for them bricks, then she's not invited
I only like traffic in (traffickin') bitches like T.I. and Tiny!
'Cause you said, you had to drive through Mexico with the kilo?
Unbelievable, but the shit was hot
Baby, you know I had to visit docks
That's why you keep asking me to meet my plug, I wish the shit would stop
'Cause I'll bring you to the Cuban, Coffee
But they won't even give you a little shot
And if I bring you, just don't be bullshittin' in them small towns
'Cause 12 gon' take you to jail if they get called out
I don't care if you got two pills on you!
They gon' make you pull your drawers down
Take your E's away and make you cough (Coff'), Brown!
I kick your door down - BOOM!
You better let a n***a in
Before I break your jaw
Bitch, you will never talk again
Arm brace, leg brace, you will never walk again
I make Coffee shop for a white cast like a episode of Friends!
Where you been!?
'Cause your last battle was in LA, right?
But you didn't show up...no guts
Said "I was beefing with some bitches at the venue!"
So what!? Grow up!
You was thinking they had the .50 and was scared to make your slow bucks (Slowbucks)!
Then you get on Twitter like, "Nah, them bitches was the police
I got the paperwork, facts"
Well, y'all know the fans' next question, "Where the paperwork at?"
You showed us some shit that had misspelled words and no dates on it
You ain't even have a number for a court case on it
It was from Windows 96, she really had no shame on it
You even called RX "Jasmine"
Bitch, you put the wrong NAME on it!
So you making paperwork up on bitches - that's how that go?
I feel like that's some police shit, but I don't know
What I do know is, I don't hear no more war literature
On how you tore n***as up
'Cause to dodge a ass-whooping, you made fake paperwork and forged signatures
Not one, not two, not three, but four signatures
It was her, the defendant, a witness, and court signature
We all sick of ya
And it's your character that got us tight as fuck
It ain't about the fake paperwork, it's how it take a fake bitch to go and type it up
Huh?
'Cause then she said them bitches got her slipping at the welfare office
First thing I wanted to know, bitch, was; why was you at the welfare office?
I think that's the story you should tell more often
Was you applying for food stamps so you could sell some off it?
Or trying to get a gynecologist to knock the smell up off ya?
You can tell us, Coffee
'Cause they say soon as you came up out of that building they smooth popped ya
Boom, dropped ya
Sprinkled you on top of the grass, they moon-rocked ya
Woomp-womped ya
Tool socked ya
Boo-blaka!
Y'all was outside and she hit you with a room-rocker
Bitch!
So I don't want to hear how you came up out the mud
Or how you slang a lot of drugs
Your name Coffee, bitch
You was supposed to leave a stain around her mug
But you a thug?
Dog, you ain't nothing but a big cup of coffee made with sink water
I wouldn't taste a drink on ya
You got a stink aura
I believe you when you say you the outcast (OutKast), 'cause it be looking like it's stank on ya (Stankonia)
I pull a shank on ya
So don't tell me how you blaze the llama
Bitch, every other day your name in drama
You're about two weeks from being T-Top's new baby momma
So save your lies, brah
'Cause if y'all wanna hear the truth, y'all got it
Dog, my BM'll whoop yo' ass if y'all two start fighting
I'm talking uppercuts, left hooks, and two more righties
On God, she'll have Coffee out the window like Bruce Almighty!
Who you gon' call? Champagne?
Well, y'all better have some poles up in the whip
'Cause if y'all jump her, I swear I'm going postal in this bitch
Grab a knife, I'm really 'bout to poke her in her shit
Go O.J. on Champagne, and make a mimosa out that bitch!
And y'all as close as it get
Well, that don't mean shit to me
Y'all just two thirsty bitches that's named after drinks
Oh my God, something wrong with me
Tonight I brought it all with me
Y'all thought I was losing, wait (weight)-
Nah, that's the wrong Big T
Concrete
[Round 2: Coffee]
That's not it
Coffee was in headlines like he said all '20 and '21
I feel like the President
I mean, all these mothafuckin' politics I'm in, and I ain't never ran for shit
You can't ignore it
Every time one of these mothafuckas underestimate my worth, they end up payin' for it
I want wreck
Ever since your Strike battle, for you, I lost all respect
Bein' a fuckin' follower
Seekin' validation from strangers to get a blue check
I put my hands on that little girl, and y'all seen the proof
The paperwork, the video
But y'all Unbias(ed) Review is to accept them weirdos' cover story and make me Battle Truth?
And for the record, part of an OoP is his public court record!
Not her TPO, you fuckin' goof
I really be trippin'
I think of takin' bitches from they children
Swear to God, I ain't kiddin'
I'd rather let you fuckin' dummies assume my situation, before I gotta assume the position
As far as I'm concerned, mothafuckas can say anything here and y'all believe it's that
Like how he good wit' angles, but lost to Hoffa? That's easy Math
You went viral for your 3rd round - "Self-checkout"?
Don't talk to me 'bout my business, n***a
I have nothin' to reflect 'bout
See, my stock not affected when them n***as sellouts
See, we both had public fights
But I had a fallout, you fell out
Check yaself off
You lost to Ill Will?
And you beat COVID, so you think you immune from Coff'!? (cough)
You ain't got enough
You seen that fight footage, n***a
Before I let you punch wit' me, you gon' get knotted up
Tell the truth...once
He took this battle 'cause the one with Swamp got him spooked like Goosebumps
Check yaself out!
Melvin, we got some shit to reflect 'bout
I already know you won't fight or up no triggers
Wanna know how I figure?
This n***a did a interview after his MurdaLand battle explaining how he not physically built or in shape to be a stand-up n***a
Check yaself out
What you gon' do? Counter-write?
Well, counter-write
How the fuck they gon' counter truth?
I give a fuck who love me in Compton or L.A.
My town do!
But ain't a single mothafucker from Carolina that endorse or be around you
'Cause you a fuckin' coon!
I put this mask on and keep spinnin' 'til everything die: that's Bandicoot
Check yaself out
You had a n***a jump in your battle when Swamp started rappin'...
But yo' bitch ass ain't jump in your own fight when Brizz was scrappin'!
You got on your back and start squirtin' for n***as!
Real freak action!
Check yaself out!
I drop bitches and I tell 'em "I don't wanna battle"
You get dropped like a bitch and duck the battle
That's facts
But all that duckin' good for his health: that's Aflac
Check hisself out
This mothafucka ain't foolin' me, he foolin' y'all
I know why you wanna battle that white man
Humpty Dumpty need the Horseman to put him back on since that fall
Check yaself out!
It's me, n***a! I look at you and know what's up!
This snake n***a ain't gon' bite a bullet...
(*chk-chk*) I put the whole mill' (meal) in his gut!
Fat nasty fuck!
Ain't seen your dick in months!
Homegirl said she woulda gave him head, but his belly button stunk!
He can't buy a drink for a bitch!
He ain't the type we trust to get drunk!
Ain't you the same n***a?
Be apologizin' and bitchin' up when you feel the crutch?
Ain't you the same n***a?
Not allowed in Chicago for speakin' on females and doin' too much!?
Ain't this the same n***a!?
Tongue-kissed the mouth Rex dick used to FUCK!?
Ain't this the same n***a...
Ain't this the same n***a endorsed by Haymaker, but can't handle a punch!?
Check yaself out
See, you weigh a ton, but I'm more solid
You can't move me
This shit finna get ugly, and I hate it had to be you, T (beauty)
Eat, eat! You sweet
Question me, see a demon outta nowhere: Ouija!
Or get shot for a little arm bump: that's TB
Check yaself out
I been trappin', n***a
Cali to Toronto, L.A. and back
Don't talk to me about no Twitch battle, n***a, I ain't need that
I hit the road and made 50K everywhere they be at
Fuckin' wit' you?
N***a...that's gon' get you killed
Bad-built ass
I bet when you lay down, you look spilled
You fuckin' weirdo
You make me uncomfortable
I don't fear nothin' except the sick bitch voluntarily fuckin' him
Check yo' self out
You ain't got no mothafuckin' drugs!
You ain't no mothafuckin' plug!
Even in jail, I was chargin' everything in the pod like earbuds!
It ain't shit he could show me!
You ain't no G.O.A.T. here
You barely hangin' on at the bottom
You ain't no G.O.A.T., T - you a goatee
I will take a big blade...
Cut it! Cut it!
Send his body outta town
Turn T-Top O.T.
Fuck you, the police, and a mothafuckin' case!
I caught all my cases pre-Corona
Y'all think I give a fuck about bein' in Bear (bare) face?
Round 2
[Round 2: T-Top]
I guess everybody fuckin' wit' T (tea) now 'cause they tired of Coffee
Bitch, you'se a corner store gas station dollar coffee
You that "I'm late for work, can't stop at Starbucks, so I'll settle for McDonald's" coffee
You a take a sip, spit it out, "This is not my coffee"
Bitch, you a QuikTrip, Sheetz, or a Wawa coffee
And Ms. Miami, I'm disappointed in you, girl
You supposed to represent for the have-nots
Showed up wit' a mask, Glock
And really sent her to the doctor (Dr.), Miami
You were supposed to get her ass shot
'Cause you disrespected her Crip flag!
And Coffee, you was big mad
I mean, you pushed her, she pushed you, that's big facts
Shit, the only reason she yelled out, "Stamp!" is 'cause you never got your lick back
But your n***a was there, right!?
Your n***a was there, right!?
Man, Caffeine thought he had a weapon prob'ly
Shoestring on a heavy shotty
He came through the crowd wide like a Chevy body
By the time she yelled "Stampede!", he done trampled on top of everybody
Dawg, you was 'bout to let him beat up a bitch?
Well, be careful, bestie
'Cause that's the type of n***a that'll beat up his bitch
Matter fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he already beat on his bitch
He piped you up, right?
Took you out Adidas for kicks
Got you Balenci's, Burberrys out his Neiman expense
But y'all had to fight every night to prove y'all love
Well, that ain't really got no meaning to this
I'm just sayin', after he cracked Coffee top, that's when we started seein' the drip
Before that, ho, you was just known as Geechi lil' bitch
His lil' mutt pup that he was always feedin' and shit
But Coffee finally got her own man, y'all
And you wanted us to be proud, too
But how, boo?
When that one altercation alone made us doubt dude
'Cause we don't know if he beatin' the shit or...beatin' the shit out you
You don't know how many females seen that battle and had a attitude!?
Some even felt bad for you!
'Cause if he'll attack a woman on camera
It ain't no tellin' what he'll do when y'all at the room
Ooh, is that too soon?
He bust yo' head, then you expect me to come and patch the wound?
Well, the person that put y'all together is who you should be mad at, too
'Cause as soon as he Got the Hook-Up, he was beatin' yo' ass Black and Blue!
So are you in danger, bitch?
Blink once for "yes" and twice for "no"
Just watch the violence, ho
'Cause before he bring his ass in this ring and try to stop the show
All my men'll pause (menopause) and this .50'll stop your flow
Bitch, you gots to go
'Cause lately we've been seein' how you act, Coffee
Tell the truth, that shit is wack, Coffee
Don't forget before your sugar daddy came with the cream, bitch, you was just Black, Coffee
Now I'mma black, Coffee, MAC on me
I tried to bring a ladder to the ring: I'm Matt Hardy
Caffeine wouldn't let me in the building wit' the strap on me
That's corny!
They only came to see the n***a wit' the gun like a tag party
Shotgun! Go through her front and smack shorty!
Ask DNA...Everything Don't Have a Backstory!

[Coffee]
That's one

[T-Top]
Shotgun! Go through her front and smack shorty!
Ask DNA...Everything Don't Have a Backstory!
And just to be accurate, bitch, you ain't even no Acura, bitch
You'se a Pontiac LeMans on some passenger shit
Under that wig, I know it's a bunch of patches and shit
Hair matted with twists - I'm pretty sure half of it itch
Don't look me in my eyes, baby...
'Cause I'mma ask you why them lashes so thick
They look like two fully-grown black cats when you squint
No, you can literally ask 'em to sit!
They nasty as shit!
Look, you gotta rap wit' me, bitch
That mean that's all we ever want
But she'd rather post thirst traps wit' all the colors in the front
She upload it, then delete it
She only post it for the month
I guess that's the best part about Coffee filters
You can only use 'em once
What you want!?
What you want!?
You still mad I told the crowd you was fuckin' Twork?

[Coffee]
Yes

[T-Top]
When on yo' Instagram, all you promote is how you fuck and twerk?
You got some fuckin' nerve!
You shoulda let yo' status get you up
But, baby, you got nekkid hoping yo' ass would be enough
What I'm sayin' is, you didn't even have to give it up
Don't you see I gave you a bigger shot than any battler you fuck!?
Now you fucked!
'Cause this is definitely a favor
And it's lookin' like a lecture on paper
I coulda came in here talkin' 'bout the head that you gave up
To get ahead in the game, but
I'd rather teach you to keep you from doin' sexual favors just to get your name up
Don't you see that advice I done gave ya?
All the light I done gave ya?
I felt like I owed Black women for the Kenneka line, so I was tryna repay ya!
But look how you try to come play us!
Like I was never the greatest
Without a co-sign from a up-and-coming star, you would never have made it
So thank Geechi!
You coulda been dead on the pavement
But your whole career, you was followin' Gotti around like a federal agent!
And he was never complainin'
Bro!
And he was never complainin'!
So why I hate you?
It's 'cause you never win two rounds
Why I hate you?
You dissed Geechi online, so we know you ain't official now
Why I hate you?
You made fake paperwork
You need to put the magazine and the pistols down
I mean, soon as they made Coffee table, I laid all my issues down
Concrete

[Round 3: Coffee]
I brung some extra n***as wit' me to the ring like a scandal affair
'Cause even as a little girl, my mama taught me how to handle a Bear
You know...just put both arms out and squeeze on him if I get scared
Battle rap somethin' else- (That's hard)
-let this dumb n***a become Businessman of the Year
They even let him join NWX
You should be with Saga and Street Hymns
You've been gettin' Horse'd your whole career
You not the plug
I could tell before Haymaker, he ain't send it
Dirty, flashy n***a in his mid-30s, barely findin' independence
I heard...you put about 20 thousand diamonds in your mouth...
(*chk-chk*) To end up dead wit' some nickel in it!
Beat him! Stab him!
Boy, I'll let my hittas get him
It won't make sense how he end up the next victim
We spinned him
Police tryna ask what happened?
I really can't account for shit: I'm in check systems
I got laundry charges, n***a, for handlin' huge loads
Mrs. Puff: I teach these squares how to move boats
It's facts about you that the real bitch in me won't let me expose
But see, I used to sleep on the ground
I still ain't got a problem puttin' everything on the flo' (flow)
See, everybody knew me in school for sellin' candy
And now I got the candy for they nose
I'm talkin' Pop Rocks to Roxis, Blow Pops to blow
Tic-Tacs to lower tabs, snow cones to pure snow
Pixie to angel dust, Chico to sherm sticks
N***a...I got loads so heavy on my block, I gotta move that shit wit' a permit
If it's anything about me I think you should know
I hate he take that boo-boo weed and pass it for exotic smoke
I mean, Baby Boy...
We all seen Melvin cookin' in the kitchen, ended up sellin' that outdo'
Fuck you, what you heard, or what a broke bitch said
If we get caught with food, that's two different cases
His fat ass was goin' hungry, I'm goin' Fed'!
He announced our battle on Live
Now on Live I wanna have you pronounced dead
I don't give a fuck who you is, n***a
I don't give a fuck who the rookie
Come talk crazy, please push me
M950, this ain't the first time a Calico(e) exposed he pussy
I am who the fuck I say I am...
I am who I say I am, and I can bang that
Debo (Deebo) brung this n***a to my block to get your chain snatched!
He better hope he ain't around if I'm down bad tryna get up
I know you got Haymaker
Well, that's why he the one I'mma set up
He the type to fall in love before I even give the pussy or mouth up
It's always easy to bait a (beta) man that ain't a alpha
I hate you fakin'-ass mothafuckas in this culture
Bein' around these fuck bitches make it hard to keep composure
Ain't nobody tellin' my business here or in DA (NDA)...
That's a non-disclosure
Fuck you teachin' me!?
Your slogan alone say you a worker
You ain't no boss, I don't believe that
Yo' best bet tonight is to keep these n***as' nuts out yo' mouth
Get in T bag (teabag)
The old you
Drugs! Guns! Street!
T, rap!
Otherwise, sweatin' me gon' make this a body after Cor' (core): a T (tea) wrap!
This was a very expensive battle, n***a!
Just ask Caffeine
It's about five thousand for this Coffee cup like good lean
Yeah, he make good music
He's a rap n***a - ALL his records clean!
I will take everything from you and run off if I feel the need
I'm not worried about you catchin' me, fat bitch
Mathematically, T problem gon' be distance and speed
Who told him he could see me?
Bullets fat-burn all through his body
Turn Blue-Check to Green T (tea)!
I will shoot the fuck outta you!
I will shoot the fuck! Out! Of! You!
I will shoot the FUCK outta you!
And beat your bitches
It look like amateur golfin'
I keep swingin' on T (tee) misses!
Grandma, daughter, son - who gettin' washed today?
I'm front-loadin' with a quarter - you gotta pay
I'll have 'em pickin' through your family genes (jeans) like laundry day
I give a fuck who hatin'!
I'm good 'cross the nation
You see Coffee in every hood now: that's gentrification
I ain't scared of y'all
Stupid-lookin' n***a!
I hate yo' face - I wanna slap it off
Actin' like you a terrorist...you ain't 'bout that at all
I put my white boys on him wit' one instruction and three syllables...
Steal everything and cap it all! (Capitol)
Toolie squirt! He gettin' hurt!
If the gun got too many bodies, we sell it
Won't put it in the dirt
Yeah, we got a little Fetti' from this ratchet: that's Shooney birth!
Big chop', make traffic stop, I gotta hold it down
I wanna SKRRT! (skirt) on him at a incline
They think he yodel now
I keep a pound
First thing in the mornin', I'll be over your bed
I won't make a sound
How am I the best part of wakin' up?
Coffee finna put you in the grounds
You told me "Back out"?
Well, I don't got nothin' but disrespect for you
I don't even Cha-Cha Slide
Why the fuck would I side-step for you?
Until I get to Heaven, swear to God I'mma give him hell and get my wealth
Whole gang in here!
Came with so many cons...I can't think of nothin' positive about myself
I don't give a fuck about you as a opp', n***a
URL said you was cheapest to pay
I treat this like givin' my n***a head any other night
Go crazy wit' Top
Next, I should face DNA
You got the fuckin' one
Two Glocks!
These events finna go unexplained after a shot wit' these paranormal guns!
I'm in the fast lane, n***a
You can check my past
I'mma treat this like Georgia stations
Soon as you cue, T (QT)...gettin' gassed
Now get your gas, n***a

3-0, fuckboy
3-0, fuckboy

[T-Top]
(*laughs*) No!

[Coffee]
Weirdo

[T-Top]
Gonna get washed, baby girl

[Coffee]
3-0, weirdo

[Round 3: T-Top]
Get washed, baby-
Alright, I say, um...

Fuck it...now let me put it in

(*The sudden segue leaves Coffee taken aback and she coughs as she takes a drink from her water bottle*)

[Coffee]
(*chuckles*) That shit creepy, though
He sayin' that shit...

[T-Top]
Ay, you been under fire lately, Coffee
And I just came to shake the skillet
After this, you gon' hate the villain
'Cause they say, "Coffee got too much, T" (tea)
And I can't wait to spill it
Congratulations, baby
I see you finally got your son back
Now fuck rap
As a Black parent myself, baby, I love that
But cut the thug act, aight?
'Cause shit happens, I'll kidnap him
This be the second time you get yo' son snatched!
You say you pump crack, right?
Well, what you think he gon' do when the state leave?
Rake leaves?
Bitch, he gon' try to sell that work to make cheese
He seen his mother takin' the easy road
Well, he gon' travel down that same street
You might really lose yo' son to The Game
He gon' be Waist Deep!
Wait, please!
They say them crackers had to come your crib, make sure you know your rights
They let him stay two, three hours, but no overnights
They used to stand lil' man on your porch
You couldn't hold him tight
You had to talk to your kid through a screen like the Poltergeist
We know your type
Not wantin' to live
Lettin' n***as beat yo' ass right in front of yo' kids
You tell a couple of fibs, then get punched in the ribs
Go to the PTA meetings wit' the cuts on your lip
And now the teacher gotta take him to the guidance counselor
'Cause his mother's a child, and he can't get no guidance out her
She prolly in the bathroom hittin' lines of powder
While he tryna form a line for powder
See, if he was mine, I'd try to make the little homie proud
'Cause I see he's gettin' older and feelin' lonely now
I shoulda thought about this line before I wrote this round!
'Cause if Coffee keeps you up, how the fuck you supposed to HOLD HIM DOWN!?
You don't even show Nutty Blocc love no more!
Aight, you deeply indebted
You got put on, but don't wanna give Geechi his credit
Bitch, you weak and pathetic-

[Coffee]
Never

[T-Top]
You are no-
You gon' let me rap!? Aight?

[Coffee]
I never was from Nutty Blocc

[T-Top]
Aight, aight...
You don't even rep Nutty Blocc no more!
Aight, you deeply indebted
You got put on, but don't wanna give Geechi his credit
You are weak and pathetic
You are nothin' but a lie to us
All them knife bars, but couldn't cut it in the Mafia!
We tired of ya!
If you really a Crip, just tell us what hood are you from

(*Coffee shouts out her hood, but her voice isn't picked up on the mic*)

Huh!?
Alright, alright, alright
You can tell us if it isn't the truth
Just tell us it's a image for you
More like a gimmick for you
Some shit you thought about while your eyes was black and you would sit in the room
'Cause don't nobody wanna walk in a bitch crib and all the shit isn't blue
We wanna see some pink shit! Some flowers, bitch!
Roses 'round this mothafucka
Straighten up, pick up some of them clothes around this mothafucka
But you was homeless than a mothafucka
How the hell you sell cribs, but don't own one?
Always goin' to war, but ain't even got a home front?
Now that's unusual!
I don't wanna hear them sad stories about how your dad's abusin' you
Or them cats been usin' you
Bitch, you was 22 before you realized Black was beautiful
And that's what ruined you!
No-no-no!
And that's what ruined you!
'Cause by that time, half the n***as in yo' class been screwin' you
You done jacked off so many n***as on the bus, you done cracked your cuticles!
So this is what I have to do to you
Master-student you
I didn't wanna have to come all the way on this app to tutor you
Bitch, they don't even pay me enough to talk after school wit' you
But I'm actually cool wit' you, so I don't wanna distract ya
But see, this the type of shit you should discuss wit' a pastor
I ain't really pay much attention in school, so I'mma ask ya:
How's it feel to lose your son (Sun) for three months like Alaska?
Damn, damn, damn...
'Cause you don't even post his picture no more!
Aight, this shit is disgustin'
If you don't want him, don't have him, Coffee - end of discussion
She say she ain't a ho? Well, excuse me if I give an assumption
'Cause you went from showin' your Prince to havin' your ass out
Well, that gotta be a symbol for somethin'!
What!? What!?
But you kept that "Cooking with Coffee" page up
Man, that shit is straight horrific
I scrolled down, see nothin' but paper plates and biscuits
Shakes and gizzards
She even had potato salad wit' the raisins in it
Now if that's the shit you was feedin' yo' son
Bitch, I understand why they came to get him!
Plain and simple!

[Coffee]
I ain't never lost my son...

[T-Top]
Plain and simple!
Plain and simple!
Plain and simple!
I guess you had some thangs to figure out
Moved back from Atlanta 'cause it was strange up in the house
Like a stranger's in the house
A real-life Jumanji
Lost your kid to the system, and then you was playin' games to get him out!
Bitch! What, you ain't concerned?
How you in and out his life only gon' break a nerve?
You don't see me postin' my kids, tryna break the curse!?
But it's always single mothers like you that gotta make it worse
And you ain't the first
Type to be on IG Live, gettin' your makeup and your face right
Dancin', tryna look sexy on the late night
But you move your ass too fast, and you don't even hold your waist tight
So how the fuck you sell coke and you can't even get your shake right!?
You move weight, right!?
Well, I ain't handin' much to Coffee
She only hold eight ounces: that's a standard cup of coffee!
And I don't care if it's a half a kilo, or chillin' in a packed casino
My character stays the same like Al Pacino
You Coffee, I'm T (tea), but don't ever think our packs is Equal
We in two different leagues like Shaq and Tebow
I grab the Eagle, blast at Debo, and leave Coffee on ice
Now that's a Frappuccino
And when it come to smackin' these hoes, I'm so invested
I came to check temperatures like we COVID-testin'
I be tryna stuff...bullets...in when I load the Wesson
Alright, that last bar was kinda dry, Coff' (cough)
That's 'cause the nose congested
I load the weapon, BOW! Start dumpin' at her men
She a queen on stage, but she a slut at the event
URL said "Fuck you", you gets nothin' after this
Just tell her the Bear killed her...(a huntin' accident)