BET

Big Mac:
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Big mac in this game, and you know I'm never stopping

Cause a nigga spitting flames, got this fame, shit is popping

Got my team on the track its our shit yall be rocking

But yall niggas fuckin wack, yah ya girls I be copping

Ya see me with ya chick and she sucking dick

But why yall niggas fighting, Cause you're nothing bitch

You want to come at me? No not today

Cause I ate your bitch like fish filet

Something bout my group Like team rocket

Cause we blast you niggas off, Now you're shocked socket?!

You want to roll like the punches So your block i knocked it

Now you laying on the ground Like my song, dropped it

Yall saying all these things like god I'm bad

But then you blame it on your crew; like dude that's sad

So they come and say to me go get this man;

So Have u seen your mom lately I'm the new dad

No card tricks but the aces in my hand

Keep on rapping leave em buried in the sand

Don't come at me or my groups or their friends

I can't quite see what's hard to understand

Ill repeat that shit Till the end of time

Ill end your career in just a few lines

You say you'd kill me well I see through your lies

But ill take you down too that's destiny bond

Bridge:

Bet x3

Chorus:

Sorry if I took your girl she told me she ain't got no mans

Took that bitch out for a whirl she told me she ain't got no plans

Hit it now she crawling back I told her she can't handle that

You want to catch this fade bruh I throw it on the fuckin track

JTD:

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It’s JTD on the second verse again

Back to spit raw, gonna make you hurt again

Right after this verse, I’ll take your ho and all her friends

You’ll be left with nothing, you’ll go back to dating men

Stop. Stop. I’ll say it in twos

Cause you’re hard of hearing, you’re just gonna lose

Glock Glock Glock, I’ll say it in threes

Cause I got a gat and I’m ready to squeeze

Devour this L, you might not have heard

But I am a waiter, and you’re getting served

Now you’re in my venue, and look at the menu

Try a mouthful of dick, too. It’s all quite expensive

Get hoes two-for-one, they’re on sale like a bogo

Your bitch go up and down on the dick like a yoyo

She’s screaming so loud that they’re calling the popo

She don’t want me to leave, she hid my suit like Frozone

Smoking you niggas like you were a blunt

You bitches ain’t sprite, you’re more like a sprunk

Sorry I was so straightforward and blunt

But you niggas are pussy, more like a cunt

I got beans, greens potatoes, tomatoes

Stacking up dough, like I was a baker

Me and my niggas we roll up the paper

Team 21 THE master creators

Bridge:

Bet x3

Chorus:

Sorry if I took your girl she told me she ain't got no mans

Took that bitch out for a whirl she told me she ain't got no plans

Hit it now she crawling back I told her she can't handle that

You want to catch this fade bruh I throw it on the fuckin track

Teeler:

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Started from the bottom; made it to the bottom

Tried climbing up, but the structure's really tall

Still my rhyme's are so sick, the doctor made a call

And said I try to spit this verse, and I'm bound to catch a cold

I, got a contagious flow. Not an outrageous flow

Not *too* bad, though. It is not an egregious flow

Would be "egregious" in archaic English, though

Still an impressive flow, right?

Now, despite my sickness, I can spit with a quickness

That's all I have to brag about, I don't have any riches

What am I doing now, you ask? I am eating your chicken

That's that KFC chicken, That chicken was finger lickin'

Now if I'm a vegetarian, what is my definition?

Well, I mean I grabbed your chick, and I kissed her right on the cheek

But I found out she's a freak, and she bakes me cake every week

And preformed other acts of which I don't speak

You're looking like some prairie dogs; READY 2 DIG IT?

I hit the track short and sweet, like I'm pegging a midget

You should be checking the figures, and the figures seem to favor me

Saying silly things, but I'm not here to play...

I'm a champion, son

Effects of venom, they can't be undone

Expressing these lyrics that trample you bums

Oh, Ye who face me, I hope you like grey cause you're already dun

Bridge:

Bet x3

Chorus:

Sorry if I took your girl she told me she ain't got no mans

Took that bitch out for a whirl she told me she ain't got no plans

Hit it now she crawling back I told her she can't handle that

You want to catch this fade bruh I throw it on the fuckin track