[Round 1: Squeako]
I'm the reason HennyMan stop rappin' and start commentatin'
'Cause I thirtied a n***a
I'm the reason why y'all don't see Moon on the URL no more
'Cause I thirtied a n***a
I'm the reason why Quban had to go back to Survival Series
I went against him in his hometown and thirtied a n***a
I'm the reason why Gunpowder Patt ain't on Rookies Vs Vets
'Cause I thirtied a n***a
And still don't get respect for the shit that I does
And nah, Casey Jay weren't the first one to beat Swamp on the URL—n***a, I was!
But fuck that, n***a
You drop ass shit after ass shit after ass shit and still get booked
Only 'cause you funny, n***a
And you don't really cost that much money, n***a
Determination Over Trust
What in the entire fuck does that mean?
Does your determination over-trust what you trust 'cause your determination—?
My n***a, what in the fuck does that mean?
You know what? I don't even wanna hear that shit
'Cause nobody in this fuckin' community knows what the fuck that mean and y'all still cheer for this shit
When, n***a, I got a dot for real
And in order for me to shoot it, I gotta squat and kneel
But, you see, I trust this dot'll determine where you will get shot for real
N***a talkin' 'bout, "Dot gon' thirty Squeako. Man, this battle rap shit only go one way."
Well, in that case, I'ma just go and eat me some Chick-fil-A, haha... on a Sunday!
N***a, I'm from a era-a Long Johns, Carhartts, and Averexes
So weren't no problem for us to carry
But me? I kept two fifties in the bubble, n***a
That's Donovan and Mary
And I'll come to your arena blastin'
Clip hold twelve fulla ball heads—Speedy Claxton!
So, n***a, act wrong and heaters clappin'
I want all the smoke—Matt Barnes! Stevie Jackson!
I don't know what it is about me but I just lose control sometime
I just back out and start shootin'; n***a, that's the way I goes for mine
Big fo'; that's what I hold sometime
Or the many stick with me and it ain't to open or close the blinds
I get to thinkin' 'bout the people I lost the last two years and my head start spinnin'
And then lead start spittin'
And hell nah, I ain't puttin' this gun down, Smack!
That n***a [?] trippin'
N***a, you will end up D-E-A-D—test me!
Even my bitch'll let a [?]—Lesley!
I call my shooter like, "Bump and run. Press him!"
That one n***a'll take care-a that whole house—Jeffrey!
N***a, I'm a different typa dude
I got kids by sisters, n***a; I'm a different typa rude
This gun the same one DNA used to have: it's a different typa tool
One hit from this SIG and you will die; it's a different typa cool
N***a, I keep lotsa artillery cuh n***a do too damn much
Shots'll hit his T like boo-boo-bah-buh!
Fuck around and my n***as'll shoot yo' van up
I call my shooter Westbrook cuh the n***a shoot too damn much
I blast cans
I don't give a fuck if you takin' out ya trash can
So I caught him in the club with his Js on; that was his last dance
Man, n***as don't put in work like Squeak
Or hurt the streets and get work for cheap
Or [?] jail n***as and throw cigarettes to the work release
Cheese Town
[Round 1: Dot]
I push a button... on gang, the homies gon' slide
This shit? Suicide
Bullets strike him; he was hit by a lil' UZI
On my momma, he was rocked between his eyes
N***a, you said you shot somethin'? I don't like to be lied to
Pistol-whip you till they can't recognize you
Reach, I dare you
I'll follow yo' trail, blaze you
Tre to yo' head; they thought Carmelo shot you
I could get you changed; whoever you wit' can die, too
Bandana on a Glock; that mean it bang, too
You cold but I'm COVID: keep six feet from me
Bullet feel like a vaccine shot
That mean a shot from the arm could clean a body
I do this for the family
I get paid a lot to reach a lot
I wait till he reach the lot
Duct tape on a Ruger; y'all gon' hear the gun go off in a parkin' lot
I couldn't wait to put you on the windshield like a Uber; peep the plot
I park you while you was parkin' in ya parkin' spot
Ain't nothin' 'bout this nice
Like a chalkboard, all I see is green and white
Two burners at the same time—beans and rice!
You reach, I teach
I keep the trap boarded so no one peeks
They won't find ya for weeks
Stick a knife in you... then twist the handle... like when you hear the door squeak
I'm 'bout to tweak
I can make that reach more potent
Handle twist then the gun-butt like a cracked door
Y'all gon' find Squeak's head slightly open
It's my turn
I got a pound that could cover the forearm like a Indian burn
If the family feud, I solve problems; just gimme the word
A noun, that thing placed on a person but swerve
If y'all wanted this bitch to win, y'all shoulda gave him to Verb
Trappin' ain't dead; you n***as just scared
A day wit' me in the bando, n***a; you had to be there
Boil the water, let the drop sit
Benihana's: we whipped it and served it right there
We had the spot fulla tweakers, walkers
It looked like World War Z but after twelve, we call it Dawn of the Dead in here
Yeah! I can't go back to steel bunks and deflated matts
Smack, it's a manslaughter charge if that [?] kid bring a zombie back
Forty heavy and loud; shit came wit' a boom
Red dot, face shot out the scope; remind you of the app Zoom
Run in yo' spot and start eavesdroppin' wit' the tool
That mean I'll air it out: you can hear the body drop from across the room
Who put you in this plateau?
Now, I got a solid Squeak like a rat toe
You feelin' froggy? Leap, get hit wit' a tadpole
I keep six and one nine... chk-chk—Rey Mysterio!
This a scary scenario
Whatever you wanna do, we could do
I drop classics and I could drop a corpse, too
I got a homie; he been gorilla
He call me Tarzan 'cause I ain't one but I be in Gorilla Mode, too
I'm not lyin', king
If it's any monkey business, I might pull up wit' the stick like Zazu
It's a reach 'cause I'm asked to
I said "Zazu"!
'Cause if I shoot you on toppa yo' hat, it's 'cause I had a birds-eye view
Dot!
[Round 2: Squeako]
Ayy, y'all wanna know why I don't battle a lot?
'Cause I listen to the vets
That shit took me from losin' in the Ultimate Madness tournament straight to Super Fight on Caffeine
I gotta give 'em they respect
But, shit, don't get mad at me 'cause I slipped up and Mook out here fuckin' up classics
I learnt that from y'all
And as far as me chokin' vers' Your Honor in the third round?
Shit, I learnt that from Charles!
N***a, it's Mr. Pull Out Twenty-Five Thousand In The Tournament
Yeah, n***a! I get stupid cash
And n***as only like you when you say, "Dot!" and, "Blaow! Blaow!
Blaow! Blaow! Chk-chk-chk!"—n***a, you stupid trash!
Smack only book you 'cause you entertainin' and bring views
He use yo' ass!
Basically, we be laughin' at you and not wit' you
Haha! Yo' stupid ass!
You know why I don't fuck witchu, n***a?
'Cause you from the same place Tekashi from
And you only did two years for the same shit my n***a killer doin' twelve for
You probably did what Tekashi done
You either dug up Johnnie Cochran or got a lawyer that's eager to win
'Cause you just posted two weeks ago, "I got court today!" and then beat it again
But you let Dot tell it, he out here bakin' kis
You fakin', Gs
That shit make believe
All this money you rap about and now he fightin' wit' court-appointed lawyers and takin' pleas
You know how I know you a nickel-and-dime n***a? 'Cause you bread ain't big enough
And you only did a couple-a years and the feds ain't pick it up
See, you the typa n***a that ride around witchya guns, money, and drugs
Get pulled over and police find all ya shit
I got a shawty that's a CNA wit' good credit that stay in a gated community
Police won't find all my shit
Ayy, long live my n***a [?]; he own a heatin' business
He only hustle that night— {chokes}
[Round 2: Dot]
This is it, I'm alert, punch nice with the hand speed
Central nerves is stimulated; I must be on Caffeine
Squeako, I really ain't worried 'bout you, boy
Like, I'll pay a bitch to bite Squeak like a chew toy
What, you ain't like that bar?
I'll give you somethin' remember
Headshot! Now, Squeak all over the floor
That's Kyrie crossin' a defender
Is it Squeak or Squeako? I really don't give a fuck
What do a deep freezer lid and a twelve gauge have in common?
I bet I get a squeak if I lift it up
It'll be shells surroundin' a n***a body—is this n***a nuts?
Shine, I know you in yo' bag but I'ma zip him up
It is up!
That's why I call this Ol' Faithful: bet this bitch erupt
Sometime, I think this bitch is unfaithful—yeah, she gettin' ducked!
If I'm triggered and my triggers [?]
I'm clutchin' then a n***a clutch
That mean I'm takin' every last shot like we gettin' drunk
So bottoms up
That's a gun butt
Get a crackhead in a dumb spot
Never been one, never will be but I'll smoke Roc
All them gun bars? King, big cap, that's slight like the old Roc
Smack, gimme a band and a name and I forget I know Roc
Speakin'-a rock, I ain't got no [?] bars but this dude a bitch
This where your heart break, kid
Shawn Michaels wit' the Glock
That mean I'm comin' off the buckle wit' somethin' that got a super kick
I'll catch a body comin' off the hip like a Judo flip
He like, "What that mean?" Grab the arm, bring it around, then drop the body wit' it
Enough with the name-flips
You was prob'ly that one kid on the playground who never got picked
Slow down, stop runnin' durin' tag, got passed and you still ain't it
See, me? I drop classic after classic after classic
You? I can't name one person in yo' class—shit!
I got T-Top, Saga, Pres, Chess, Brizz—
Smack, who the fuck is this?
I woulda gladly took Myers
That coulda been fire
Switchblades like Marvel... swoop, swoop
Sound like I'm fuckin' a lighter!
I'm a rider, not a passenger; it's a difference when I talk guns
Whether I load it or shoot it, I'm puttin' shells in a shotgun
And I got one!
Big T, I see you gettin' fit, T
But I wonder, if I kill you, could they fit you on a big T?
Geechi, I got shooters like Gotti screamin', "Fuck y'all!"
Ready to hit every fuckin' bar like a pub crawl
I'm on y'all!
Momma, sister, brother, father—I'll serve y'all!
And I won't pay a fuckin' bill till this shit turn off!
I should rob y'all!
If anything drew in my space jam then I'm cuttin' somethin'
I'm like Jordan: if I reach wit' the arm then I'm duckin' somethin'
'Cause I'm vicious
If I lift it, be cautious
This is an act of [?]
I'll pull it if I got it; I'm too malicious
I look suspicious, broad day
Diggin' up yo' grave, poke yo' chest wit' a ice pick
I'll put ya heart on ice—Rod Wave!
Dot!

[Round 3: Squeako]
I don't rap like none-a these n***as from the new era
I get skraight to the point and talk my shit
So wit' that bein' said, I'ma get skraight to the point and talk my shit
And when I first start hustlin', you know how long it took for me just to get eight dollars up?
I'm talkin' stayin' on the block longer than a Bigg K follower
Yeah, I run the streets, n***a—I can't help it; I enjoy this shit
I know a n***a that never, ever had a job and got rich offa unemployment
Shoutout to my PUA n***as; I missed out on it but ain't need no hammers
I'm talkin' more stolen social security numbers than Don Marino family
You see, y'all think shit funny
But pops was a addict and I had it so I sold it to him just to make sure moms could get the rent money
But pops clean now; that's somethin' I had to do, I ain't like to do it
N***a, I sold a fiend so much crack, he ran outta lighter fluid
But before all that, I was hurtin' and had to do shit crooked for it
N***a, I was so broke, I had a dream about money and then woke up lookin' for it
See, you the typa n***a that'll change for a dollar
But I really had to go to the store and buy somethin' wit' a food stamp just to get change for a dollar
N***a, I did shit 'cause I had to
Hood n***a; I want all of my French fries—yeah, n***a! The ones in the bag, too!
But times change; I'm talkin' whole thangs—n***a, we don't do Os no mo'!
So much in-and-out traffic in the trap, the do' don't even close no mo'
I know a n***a erry time his phone ring, it's a brick a sale
But it's crazy 'cause I know another n***a who got sickle cell
Nah, nah! Not the disease! The n***a gettin' locked up so much, he got sicka cells
And I got another n***a that put me onto Bitcoin; he get lotsa cheddar
And Goodz always talkin' 'bout puttin' ya money in a bank account; n***a, stocks is better
You know why I don't like y'all battle rap n***as? 'Cause we ain't never did a bid together
And ain't nown one-a y'all ever fucked two sisters that used to live together
But, see, I blame it on my plast 'cause ain't had no luck wit' me
Shit was rough wit' me
Ain't no [?], Dot
I tried Christianity but felt like God ain't fuck wit' me
And I could never be a Muslim 'cause I sin too much and five prayers ain't enough wit' me
You the only n***a in yo' class that ain't had a big game yet
He like, "What that mean?" N***a, you been on URL seven years and you ain't had a big name yet
Ayy, Caffeine, let a n***a get a deal—shit, errybody got the same content anyway!
I could say the same, too
And errybody don't do nothin' but play Call of Duty all day
Shit, I could play the game, too!
Cheese Town

[Round 3: Dot]
I had three weeks to write this
They say pressure make diamonds and I'm shinin'
No matter where he at, I'ma find him wit' a new pistol
Bullet go through the gristle
Long clip
The butt stick out the magazine; this a straight stuntin' issue
It's simple
I got the trap jumpin' off a sample stimulus check
That mean you can catch the bucks and everybody that's dependent on you
I spin through wit' three other n***as
Might have the bitch to do you
She the shooter, single baby mother, a rower
She runnin' 'round wit' a wig and two baby nines and a stroller
I could take a gun apart then put it back together
Y'all gon' watch the gun fold up like a Motorola
It'll be [?] on a can
'90s commercial, always Coca-Cola
Everything is not what it seems, n***a!
This ain't YouTube! In person, I reach quicker
Like a slave auction: on a block, I'm just a different n***a
Shells are copper; I'm a penny-pincher
Stingy n***a
Revolver burnin' a hole in my pocket; I gotta spin it, n***a!
That's a penny for yo' thoughts
Did one sit to yo' head
I got a job but the gun fire on my day off... like Craig!
That's why I said God is the only man I fear
I bleed what you bleed, I see what you see
Don't let yo' eyes be deceived
Chest shot; now, it's blood on the arm
That's what it means to wear emotions on a sleeve
I respect yo' shit, OG
But it be real n***as like you and I that be the first to die
Is it 'cause our ego and pride or Twitter fingers?
Tweet a diss about me and I'ma send a bird as my reply
Last thing he seen was Dot wit' a stick like a lowercase I
No cap, these n***as mad 'cause I came home and ran laps
Chrome strap; get the dome slapped
Try to survive that!
Smack! New era?
If you need any Ws, I'll send him to the ER ASAP!
Top tier? What the fuck is a top-tier?
I just did a bid on a top tier
I shed blood and sweat and I ain't never dropped tears
N***as y'all consider top-tier givin' Dot chairs
That's when I became top-tier
And when they let me go was the only time I left the top tier
I caught a movin' fuse and I ain't never battle a top-tier
Smack, that's top-tier
I was top-tier before I got here
These n***as ain't top-tier
I'm a Dot-tier
It stops here
Smack, I need to know why a top-tier is not here!
I just had to plead out, that's real shit
They wanted me to snitch
I ain't really into bodybuildin' but I learned how to exercise my right to plead the fifth
See, I know real dope boys that ain't never touch a thousand grams go in a fed buildin' and shit bricks
You struggled, n***a? You had to get it out the mud?
I know, we get it—me too!
Except I was adopted
See, at six months, she was rippin' and runnin'
Did I mention my mom was a addict?
Shit was hard
We got snatched by child services
Growin' up, when Momma got indicted, shit was fine
I think about in my mind
Shoutout to my foster mom
I learned how to take in and raise a nine that ain't mine
Shots to yo' spine! You won't be the same after!
Or I could snap yo' neck—chiropractor!
Sawed-off, two big grams—sumo wrestler!
Battery in my back; I don't need the gas... like a Tesla!
Dot!