[Round 1: O'fficial]
Y'all know I'm 'bout to talk about .9's, Rugers, and Desert Eagles
But they say I gotta go my hardest, like we ever equaled
Like this n***a ever said bars that was very lethal...
I've been in worse positions with better people!
You better play your cards
I'mma call a spade a spade
You gon' leave muzzled
I swear he ain't got the Hearts, that's why he gon' leave puzzled
(*O'fficial stumbles and repeats the bar twicе to get her focus back*)
He not еven a solid tier (Solitaire)
Why URL gave him these struggles?
Just for that, I'mma give Beasley a suit, Smack deck, and even give P knuckles (pinochle)!
You ain't never make it rain, you ain't seen the drizzle
Actin' like you sold pills, codeine
You never leaned a n***a
The only card you ever pulled was a green one, n***a
I ain't seen a Mexican put in work since Selena killer
I don't like the name y'all gave me: Toby
He started off big, then lost weight: Mo'Nique
I said, if he did it, I could do it too! Low-key
Started off wit' a QP...to make it to 100K like Yoshi!
Now I got the hammer on the roof
I'm 'bout to give the Mexican the biz
Soon as I black, I seen the white meat: I had to segregate some shit
I split him in half, the knife dissipate his ribs
I guess ICE ain't the only thing to separate the kid!
I said, y'all gon' think I'm a n***a by the way I'm slingin' dick
But that don't mean I wasn't prepared to shoot the bird...I'm wingin' it
The only time y'all hear "Cor' vet, Cor' vet" (Corvette Corvette) is a TikTok
The only time y'all seen hands on arm is a wristwatch!
He said he about to ride?
He better stop and get a will (wheel): pit stop
Or I'll have n***as clappin' on your heels like flip-flops!
You ain't-
Stop talkin' about you got guns and sold drugs wit' the dick out
You ain't no Hitman
You was never wildin' out (Wild n' Out)
You never brung Nicks out
You will get cut, drug, stepped on until you bitch out
Soon as he got pressed, I sealed the deal
He ain't never made a zip lock (Ziploc)
Talkin' about he movin' coke
If you think we think you movin' coke, you doin' coke
When n***as want you to take the charge, the only time they give you the coke
No, he holdin' coke for a friend
They seen his name, they gave you the coke
Over Pepsi is the only time he can even choose the Coke!
I'm 'bout to push his buttons, but the car won't start
Mechanic wit' the machine, that mean my gun gon' spark
And if he turn his tune up, that mean my gun gon' park
They think that O Reilly (O'Reilly) the way I handle these auto parts
[Round 1: Cortez]
Tay Roc went viral by callin' you a "big-body bitch"
And we in L.A., so I'mma go viral too
And leave you the same way they left B.I.G body, bitch!
100K? Oh, now it's lit
You prob'ly wanna get your body done
For 100K? Fuck that
I'mma show you how to get the body done
They gave me a Bardashian
The wack bitch! The bigger broad!
Since Jaz got Fit, it's only right I rip her core
This is Cor'
I keep me a box that she's fitted for
Notice I said "box"
'Cause I'mma make sure your ugly ass is in secure (insecure)!
Listen, y'all want her to advance
Yeah, y'all hopin' to advance her
Y'all ain't know? My role's irreplaceable, bitch: I'm the Black Panther
100K to get your fuckin' body done!? It's a wack answer
My account the only thing that's seein' a fat transfer
I'm drummin' for the mag', and I'm huntin' for the cash
I said "fat transfer"
Bullets go in her stomach, and they comin' out her ass!
I told you I'm creatin' a homi
But first, let me show you how to make up (makeup) the body
My foundation? I'm an '80s baby, this is crack era
You know me, bitch, I'm the DVD, the SMACK era
Before COVID, I survived in the mask era
I see the fraud in this bitch eyes through the mascara!
Highlights for days
No shade, I'm fire
Soon as this bitch lash out, I line her (eyeliner)!
You better hope that the law's wit' you, or pray that the Lord's wit' you
Oh, you ain't cut right?
To get the body done, (*ptoo*) we scar tissue
GOD don't like ugly
How do you deal wit' that?
You can't filter that
I'm a natural, baby
Look, I conceal a (concealer) MAC
I open shop, nail techs - that's the basis
She Plain Jane, it's plain to see that that bitch basic
Beam, laser over her eye: that's the LASIK
.45 under the chin: that's a FACELIFT!
You better wake up, bitch
All you do is rap about guns!
You don't shake up clips!
O'fficial, look, how are you the official look when all you do is make up (makeup) shit?
Oh, I get it
Jessica, you stuck up in your ways
My chrome like lipo: it's never been a waste (waist)
I pistol-whip
Once I pull this weapon from the waist, shit got ugly
The impressions left her Precious in the face!
What's in this tummy tucked for the stab
Punctured her lung, they gon' need a sponge for the gash
100 in cash? Nothin' to spaz
I'm Hitman at the faceoff: I'm only gettin' up for a BAG!
[Round 2: O'fficial]
Y'all actin' like he the hardest
He just a pretender
I got n***as that'll do him for nothin' just to fuck wit' a winner
I know n***as that'll do Cort' (court) for the low like public defenders
So what makes y'all think that he will run through me?
I got a gun and the bullet
And I mean this (meanest) bitch in Cort' (court) like Judge Judy
Why you keep callin' out Surf?
He in the big leagues, you the small sports
He'd rather get bars than give you bars
Aw, poor sport
But it's cool
That's why when he get the battle, it falls short
We shoulda knew that at all costs, Surf would avoid Cort' (court)
But he steady runnin' into a brick wall like he stuck in a maze
Just 'cause you think you can body Surf, that don't mean you can stomach the Wave
And Rex made you sleep on the couch like you stayed wit' him...
Rex made you sleep on the couch like you stayed wit' him!
If that woulda happened to me, n***a, he woulda been sleepin'
In a grave wit' it
After the Big Bang, we woulda seen T-Rex days' ended!
Y'all see the Glocks on me
I'm walkin' like I'm knock-kneed
And I got it in every hood: chopped cheese
I'll flash on a rapper: paparazzi
No! Big nose on a rapper! Rest In Peace to Shock G!
Y'all see this body bitch got money
I'm comfortable wit' the figures
I'm goin' crazy with the shot
I'm comfortable wit' the liquor
He don't even have a gun!
How he comfortable wit' the trigger?
He gon' sleep ugly after this like a bitch that's comfortable wit' her n***a!
Go 'head
This is horrible...

[Round 2: Cortez]
That round was trash, if you ask me
You don't clap heat
O'fficial (a fish'll) be on a shirt, like Smack tee
Listen, Ruger bullets...from this tool, I'll pull it
Yeah, she wanna challenge Cort' (court)
BAH! After this, O'fficial (official) can't review no footage
Let's go
My goons is hooded, we air off
And I keep me a ladder for the stares (stairs), y'all
Of course Cort' (court) don't need no O'fficial (official): this is jail ball!
I told y'all, the checks is cashin'
I know y'all want this bitch to win to upset the brackets
But since y'all got O'fficial (official) stamped, I'mma send her packin'
Nah, this will never happen!
It's all for clout
Admit it, Smack - y'all cheatin' wit' this bitch like Derrick Jaxn!
And Fit is here - y'all don't fuck wit' her?
Well, ain't no speakin' to me if we beefin' truly
You'll be the best-dressed in your casket, you'll sleep in beauty!
This shit different!
They dig you? We dig ditches
I'm Puerto Rican...you already know I hit bitches!

Yeah, n***a! Fuck is y'all talkin' 'bout!? Respect my fucking name, man!
Huh!?

TEC spray!
Bullets gettin' in 'til her chest caved
Bullets gettin' lodged in her breastplate
"Cor', they might vault ya!"
Good - I'm still feedin' off of this dead weight
Head case, we'll Trump her like red states
TEC spray! The auto leave O'fficial tagged like temp' plates!
I am oh-so lethal, no equal
So seasoned, you can see me drippin' in sofrito
Mira, I know chicos
I'll have Mexicans with tools that's posted in front of your Home deep, O (Depot)!
.80s squirt!

Fuck is this bitch? This bitch is stupid, right?

.80s squirt!
You wanted a gentleman's 30, but this may be worse
So before I open doors for her, (*kiss-kiss*) I'mma lay these (ladies) first!
I'm from the Stovetop!
Them known blocks where they throw shots, fold opps
'Cause this lifestyle? She know not
You don't pop
I'll have O'fficial street named in memory of O Block!
I spin the whip - ERRT! - then returnin' to you
Bullets return into you
You'll need doctors if they surge into (surgeon) you
O'fficial, this is murder, right here is the burden of proof
Don't forget - after this, I still got Surf in the view (interview)!
Mm-hmm, with this next blade featured, I'll leave your chest caved, ethered
You came here a New Orleans Saint, and left an L.A. Leaker
I only did this, to show the obvious
I'm prominent, I separate feminine from what's dominant
I got a grip, keepin' your-
(*Cortez gets called for time*)

[Round 3: O'fficial]
He keep comin' at the X...well, I'll have the pill bustin'
Whole face swole, I promise he won't feel nothin'
I know that he got a bitch, I don't care, he still ugly
And after I address this n***a on Saturday Night, Live, ain't no bitch gon' give this Kid cuddy (Cudi)!
Ain't nobody gon' give this Kid cuddy (Cudi)...
So, y'all know I keep it around bitches, like a ladies' man
So I'mma follow him wherever he go, like a crazy fan
Lemme-
-like a crazy fan
Lemme find your bitch in Brooklyn, and I'mma spray her ass!
Literally, crack her (cracker) in the hood, like trailer trash!
I tried to give him words of wisdom, intellectual
But he steady walkin' around like an officer, correctional
He steady walkin' around- officer, correctional
But he swear that he a professional
(*chokes*)
Fuck, go 'head, go ahead and rap

[Smack White]
Get it back, get it back

[O'fficial]
Nah, he good, go 'head

[Smack White]
You sure?

[O'fficial]
Mm-hmm

[Cortez]
Yo...

[Smack White]
Let's get it

[Round 3: Cortez]
So this how you come on Caffeine for all us to see?
You call yourself O’fficial with all of that weave?
Bitch, you balder than me
Don’t fuckin’ touch me
She’s fuckin’ ugly!
You disgu-
Bitch, you are about as official as Usher money
But it’s y’all
But it’s y’all…
Y’all want her to be the big bad broad, she be launchin’ missiles
I’d rather hear a bitch spit from the heart, it’s simple
Not from a Tay Roc bar that you saw, O’fficial
You copy his walk, the talk, his pose, even the way he left his arms in pistols
But it’s y’all fault!
Y’all got her thinkin’ this is art
O’fficial, this is artificial!
Uh-huh, she’s the Gun Bar Queen!
She’s raisin’ her stock
This is live for Caffeine!
She’s takin’ a shot
You belong on the female mount Rushmore…’cause you was made from the Roc(k)!
Y’all want a gun line!? Cool! I’mma draw, then stitch you
Magazine in her mouth, I’m tryna force the issue!
Then I put you in the light: I saw potential
They won’t know it’s Jessica ‘til the chalk’s official!
Ayo, I appreciate y’all reaching out
But ain’t it Round 3? So there’s some shit-
Ayo, you know I brought Vague into battle rap, right?
He paid me for a verse back on MySpace
We got cool, he came to events
I did that!
I also gave Debo his very first interview, bitch!
I did that!
I hosted the very first Queen of the Ring event ever ‘cause Smack wouldn’t!
It was me, I was able
So it makes sense my o-

(*Cortez turns to Smack and daps him up*)
Keep it a buck!
They ain't have no fuckin' budget!

It was me! I was able
So it's crazy my O'fficial cosign back then helped officially make you
So while you was in the classroom, bloggin' in the chatrooms
I was makin' traps boom AND gettin' SMACK views!
But now you need a crowd to amp you, they gas you
But if O too much, I'll cut the gas - she past due
It's Brooklyn, my murder game the truth
Make a movie with this machine, I'll terminate her, too (Terminator 2)
You, Jessica? You're no threat
I will stomp you in designer: that's a Euro step
The .8 break ya!
The .8 break ya!
The .8 break ya!
My last resort? I'll vacate ya
Bullets gettin' lodged in her waist trainer
Sharp edge, then I carve a "O" in her flesh with a straight razor
Now that's how you leave O in grave (engrave) danger!
30 peel (pill) like I do Percs
And since O pen fire, I shoot first!
Uh-huh!
I'll fix 'em all, trigger pour
Get locked like figure-4s
Extendo, since Surf said you the bigger draw
Listen, y'all!
Better run, shorty
Hold a lotta weight wit' this gun on me
Two-fifty, but you know what I'm carryin'? One .40
(*Cortez gets called for time*)