Bill Collector vs. T-Top by URLtv (Ft. Bill Collector & T-Top)
Bill Collector vs. T-Top by URLtv (Ft. Bill Collector & T-Top)

Bill Collector vs. T-Top

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Bill Collector vs. T-Top by URLtv (Ft. Bill Collector & T-Top)

Release Date
Sun Jan 26 2020
Performed by
URLtvBill Collector & T-Top
Produced by
Smack White & Eric Beasley
Writed by
Bill Collector & T-Top
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The first battle of Day 2 of URL’s second app-only event saw Bill Collector, from Norristown, Pennsylvania going toe-to-toe with T-Top, from Fuquay-Varina, North Carolina. Both MCs brought jokes and real-life bars about hustling to the matchup, and both talked about some of the many fights they had...

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Bill Collector vs. T-Top Lyrics

[Round 1: Bill Collector]
I’m feelin’ all the ice grillings, the stares throwin’ and glares glowin’
I told my brother any rapper that don’t fear is well (Ferris Wheel)
I been givin’ y’all some fair showings
You know, Top, I too am into the brick-flippin’ through six kitchens and bell-growin’
I almost gave yo’ mom some crack to the head, but...that woulda left Terrell Owens
I mean, your mom smoke crack, right?
Whether it was trash or not, she smoke crack, right?
She smoke crack?
See, you gave us that and we ain’t ask for that
That’s what these niggas do so they don’t have to rap
They get in here and rap pastor raps
They dodge the bars, they dash the facts
They- oh, who the fuck I’m kiddin’, Smack?
I’m probably the main reason these niggas get a pass for that
So, I’mma give you credit - you do what you do to get by, T
Ain’t nobody gettin’ more units than you and I (U-N-I), T
It’s Billy, I connect to the plug: I’m like I.T
Smack had my face on the card before an ID
Two twin bitches, when stuck together, they Siamese
If I hit a lick wit’ the arm, you on IVs
Liquid to arm? IVs?
The clip, long as a library - shh, quiet, please
Shot leave the Bear extinct - he a dying breed
Fuck all that
Nigga, why you come here and think you have to lie?

Answer that - it’s prob’ly his mom
Stop playin’ wit’ me

Why the fuck you think you’d come in here and have to lie!?
Your bitch ass ain’t never had to grind
Smack put you in an easy position, you did half the grind
You wrote your rounds after listenin’ to Young Jeezy’s Trap or Die
Then for the real nigga storyline, you come in here and bash your mom?
How many grams in a brick, bitch nigga?
1,008, give or take 1,005
When you break that down, nigga, how many dimes?
How many dimes!? 10,065!
That shift in the proper size and you got the block to grind
Make sure it ain’t no cops outside and your opps is quiet
Too much beef fuck the money up, so watch your diet
You ain’t never have to eyeball half the nine
In half the time, ‘cause you gotta get back to grind
‘Cause you gave young’un the pack for 9, told him he’d be back by 9
Check yo’ watch and it’s after 9, so you snatch your .9
Get a call from yo’ player who only got 70, but he asked for 9?!
I asked him where he was at, Top, he said he at your moms!
Fuckin’ wit’ me? No, not never, naw.com!
Don’t mention Raw to me - he let Smack down (Smackdown) and hit Rock Bottom
I seen a couple videos, though
Your baby mama got a thot problem
Runnin’ ‘round with Rex got her really out here Dot-Mobbin’
For them Instagrams, one button endin’ Top Live
Rolling stone, he gon’ call it home wherever Top lies
Shine ain’t lose a round? ‘Til I drop you off of Top, five!
That’s the definition of a mothafuckin’ stock rise!
Nah? Then I drop the stock in one spot: that’s how I poorly invest
Somethin’ tall outta Top hat leave him formally dressed
With his mind blown
I’ll get locked if I press down on Top like the first iPhone
Time

[Round 1: T-Top]
Smack called me on Christmas, said, “Top, I got a lick for you.”
I was hopin’ the nigga said, “I got a gift for you.”
I felt unappreciated, like my presence ain’t made a grip for you
So this year, I’m givin’ you a Bill in a box so you’ll remember what I did for you
They said, “Top, you just battled ‘Tez at the SMACK before. What was your afterthoughts?”
Mmm, I was mad, of course
But I ain’t trippin’ - shit, you always get Bills after Cort’ (court)
You walk around smilin’ all day! Bro, what you happy for!?
I can’t be cheerful when my niggas done got clapped before!
Silencer on the Nina, I don’t like to hear my ratchets talk
And I don’t holla at battle rappers unless Smack involved
‘Cause I grew up ‘round older cats, whose coke was stashed by some broken glass
You reach for it, might leave wit’ an open gash
You never had to hold a strap to get yo’ focus back
Or sold dope out of a Winn-Dixie grocery bag!
Let them tell it, my folks was bad, ‘cause my moms was smokin’ crack
And yeah, nigga, I told you that, but I also told you facts
My moms had a stroke - relax
Docs was readin’ coma stats, I had to cope with that
For a year straight, I helped her walk until her bones intact
And she came back for the Power like Ghost was back!
What’s the worst you ever did, pussy!?
Ride around wit’ yo’ cap gun and some stolen tags!?
Man, I’ll scope his ass!
Run down on him, his throat get slashed!
And whatever else I can think of - I’ll add it onto Bill like an open tab
Yeah, I figured I at least owed him that
Look, look, look, your mans is a goofie
For them grams he be movin’, I’ll stand up and shoot him
The Bear’ll have a bird in the backpack like Banjo-Kazooie!
I’ll boom him, if I ever hear he makin’ a statement
I’ll put his face in the pavement, then drop off half of Bill like a payment arrangement
Speakin’ off payment arrangement, I’ve been itchin’ for a kill
Had to put the .30 on the .40: yeah, that’s an extension on a Bill
Aye, if anybody suited for war, then I’mma be the blazer
Stick to his roof, nigga: I’mma be a neighbor
If I gotta lick a (liquor) shot, then I’mma be the chaser
Bill runnin’ from the MAC (Mac): How to be a Player!
And I heard you a Loud Boy now
Well, I’ll dump at your members
Knock all the Loud Boys out ‘til every one of ‘em injured
What you gon’ do, call Floss Da Boss? Well, I give a fuck if you get him
I’ll have Boss pickin’ up Bill like a company dinner
What the fuck is wrong wit’ this nigga!?
What’s up wit’ this nigga?
He only known for his tweets and his mentions
Ran into Hitman, he was supposed to be keepin’ his distance
They caught him, had him layin’ in a fetal position
We seen Showwoutt knot a Loud (not allowed) like he was restricted
Concrete, nigga

[Round 2: Bill Collector]
Yo, you be havin’ some bars and shit, bro, but damn, like, every time
We know way too much shit about your mom
Bitch-ass nigga, you ain’t right, bro
Like, you know you ain’t right
That shit ain’t been sittin’ wit’ you mentally
Your pussy ass been startin’ to show you ain’t right
‘Cause I mean, ever since that little-ass fight, he say the same shit in every battle…
(*T-Top impression*) “Now I know you wanna talk about the fight…”
So let’s talk about the fight
Better yet, let’s have us a “two niggas that can’t fight” fight
Sike! These the Cave Gang specials: that’s Roc(k) for the right price!
Or we could have a water-throwin’ contest, light ice
Either way, I’m pullin’ your cards, I’m what the swipe like
So be quiet, humble, or expire, crumble
What’s a Bear to the wildest gorilla inside the jungle?
Your fat BITCH-ass ain’t tryna rumble
Try it - stumble
Your rap style: Terrell Bryant
Your fight style: Bryant Gumbel!
Dude, stop
Yeah, I be jokin’ and all that, cool, akh
But in this situation, you the goof, Top
‘Cause if this Joker start wildin’, it’s a sign that a bat ‘bout to shine off yo’ roof, Top! (rooftop)
Oh, y’all don’t get the signal?
Then my light’s out
The arm out the window: I’m switchin’ signals
Give him two more (tumor) to the head: shit’s malignos!
Shot knock the tooth back outta DNA mouth: inci-dentals!
Then I put the drum back on Top: INSTRUMENTAL!
See, Top?
Top heavy ‘cause he top-heavy: it’s O’fficial!
So...you tryin’ to tell me that you ain’t see your man on stage wildin’?
You tryin’ to say that you couldn’t tell that bar about Mook mom was really bad timin’!?
And then you dumbass niggas brought it back for a second time then!?
You standin’ up here tryna teach me somethin’, and he couldn’t even tell what a sign meant (assignment)?
Huh!?
You ain't even have the will (wheel) to ride for yo' niggas
Up here tryna tell me what a line meant (alignment)?
I see I gotta kick another rapper in the face wit' it
Yeah, I did what I did, I did...
"Bill, that fight was ass, them punches was weak"
Yeah, it is what it is, it is...
'Cause no matter how weak them mothafuckin' punches was that I threw, that shit was a lot more than what you did for Brizz
Now your loyalty not even a question, nigga
It's the riddle that keep riddlin'
Shine, I know this your man
But real ones know the best truths come from niggas outside yo' circle, and you need to get rid of him
Shout out to Chess, shout out to Ziad
They was front and center gettin' pepper-sprayed, still hittin' 'em
Where was this bitch-ass nigga T-Top at!?
Somewhere doin' the bare (Bear) minimum!
Now, before, when you talked that gangsta shit, I was just a little bit doubtin' you...
But now, nigga, I am doubtin' you!
Them Chicago niggas said, "Apologize."
You tucked your tail and went runnin' like mouses do!
You was on strike wit' niggas 'til you hung up the phone wit' niggas!
And that's when your respect level dropped down about a ounce or two!
When Murda Mook swung on yo' man, I said, "YEEEEAAAH! Let's see how this Bear from the mountain move!"
But since you Top Bizzy and yo' legs lazy, T-Top toppled and took out the crew
Bitch-ass nigga, when you got up off the ground, what the FUCK was you 'bout to do
Wit' a bottle of Baja Blast Mountain Dew!?
You should threw the whole water fountain, too!
Instead, you made a clear path for Mook, removed yourself as a obstacle
Any option to rush more (Rushmore) impossible!
Top, when all your latest movements been ILL...how the fuck is we s'posed to rock wit' you?
Time!

[Round 2: T-Top]
Who in here think females should have equal rights as men?
Y'all can keep it real wit' me
'Cause I just met a jawn yesterday and shit got a lil' iffy
I told her who was on the menu
She was ready to hit the drill wit' me
I mean, I just met the ratchet and she wanted to split the Bill wit' me
I said, "No, baby! I'mma kill him in the worst way.
He gon' find out how this dirt tastes.
You shoot him, and I'll cover the Bill since this our first date."
See, to get the Culture involved, bro, it really don't take much
Interaction wit' the fans, but none of that fake love
Niggas probably start tweetin' right now if I pull this gauge up
Like, "Man, y'all shoulda seen Bill on the app - he ate (8) bucks!"
I will mask and slide up
Wait for your cab to ride up, then blast the side up
I know that's him, I got facial recognition like a Apple product
Then I'll drop him on his family porch when I'm done killin' you
Your mother seen the body, but she couldn't tell if it was you
She tried to describe what she saw...it's lookin' pitiful
Like, "Tell me what you seen, Mama Love!"
It's unconditional
I'm pissed wit' dude!
'Cause yeah, you had a fight wit' a nigga named LP
"Alright, where you goin' wit' this, T-Top?"
Nowhere - I just don't like the way that he street-box
You was in front of the whole Loudboys
Damn near standin' on D Block
And Dre couldn't even drop LP: Detox
And these chops? Them shits'll split him into sections!
Codename "Wi-Fi": I made him give up his connections!
I'll use a knife, chainsaw
I mean, different kind of weapons
I took so long wit' Bill, they had to send him to Collections!
And I'm stressin', 'cause you went to jail for a fake gun, bro
We all thought you was concealin' a Smith n'
'Til he admitted he didn't
Nina...that bitch ain't been on Bill since Hillary Clinton
And I been goin' through a lot for real
I was gon' talk to my bitch about this battle, I said, "Nah, Bizzy. You gotta chill."
Monica Lewinsky: I don't want her to even think about Top and (toppin') Bill
Bitch, you are scared of the public
If yo' mans besides you, I will air it and dump it
Leave a nigga face on Bill like Harriet Tubman!
Truth be told, I'm mad to even have this discussion
I only came to show my face so the app could be jumpin'
And Smack robbed me - I shoulda got a 20 outta Bill
Eagle next to his face like a $20 bill!
Check my aim, bitch, it's actually perfect
MACs, Glocks, TECs, I even pack a .30
He don't what the Bear is stuffed wit' like a taxidermy!
...Concrete

[Round 3: Bill Collector]
Ayo, I told Geechi..."They gon' love you, 'til they in a position to hate.
And it might be the ones by yo' side prolly."
One of my biggest moments in life is throwin' wealth to the people
Ever since the first time I know him, I seen the young Mafia movin', I had to John John Gotti
Top, the sawn-off got just a tad pole (tadpole)
And we posted at your aunt Lily pad since I was told you sound froggy
I know it ain't right
Just know you see the piece, God, then you see a piece of God body
Prosecution playin' Pimp My Ride for the exhibit (Xzibit)
'Cause I put clean .30s on a dirty wide-body
Now, this next bar, man
Damn, man
'Cause they said I couldn't say the N-word...
But I'm crazy, nigga!
Blazin' trigger!
Baby .9, single pop, I raise the blikker
I'm silly, so your bitch thought she was just watchin' Bill kid wit' ya
'Til the baby sit her (babysitter)!
SMACK! After this shit here? Pay me bigger
Not crazy bigger- well, maybe, nigga
Just enough that I can feel comfortable enough to diss the Slim Shady nigga
I see shit a lil' crooked here playin' in Florida like the Tracy McGrady nigga
I ruffled a few feathers when y'all paid me gizzards
Identical twin pistols
They both the same, but make you beg to differ!
Custodian Bill! The 'K's the Swiffer!
That mean you gettin' dust off
Top, I chop sticks, you in the bottom of the bag: you duck sauce
If my 'migos start to Pump It Up on stage and push Joe buttons (Budden), you better jump off
We'll just hit him up after the clubs: it's a drunk call
See, I been real, you act real
Your street credit on hold for an upcharge
My fans said I had some dry spots vs. Ave
Tssh - fuck y'all
Top, you said I'm trash
I seen yours bored-er than a Trump wall
Señor? Border? Trump wall?
What's up, y'all!?
It get grisly (Grizzly) when I black, Bear!
Relax, Bear!
With this fresh pair, you force one step and get creased when these MACs (Max) Air!
What!? What!?
Lemme put this shit together, Smack
Who gave Bill the Bear (Build-a-Bear)?
This Tekken 7: I'll steal (steel) the Bear
Harm the Bear
You always tryna clean up your shit - you the Charmin Bear!
You backtrackin'-ass nigga!
This what the fuck you call a Bear!?
The chopper like a bamboo stick: it could wall a (koala) Bear!
I'm drawlin' here!
The game is too big for the prize
This not fair, Bear!
But you could wear your heart on your sleeve - we don't Care, Bear!
If we meet, pray a .9'll miss (anonymous)!
I got some shit I got to share here
Shot double-tap your shoulder like, "There, there."
I'm in between two hot Ninas: it's a grown affair
Flash between your eyes look like you doin' solar flares
They gon' watch that tape like, "Top, don't go in there!"
Then I'll stuff you in Kenneka freezer: leave you polar, Bear
You keep talkin' through my rounds, dawg, calm down
'Fore I walk into rehab and knock your mom down
I used to be Conceited about my rhythm, but I cut the beat to direct (D-Wrek) this wild style (Wildstyle)
You see, nigga, you Jerry and I'm Tom now
That's a slick-ass rat that been gettin' past the cool cats for a while, pal
Holographic
You only special on cards when your background got Shine 'round
Shots fast as Usain left Saddam found
But those could wait (Kuwait)
I ran (Iran) troops off calm ground
All these bullets I rack (Iraq) got you listenin' for bomb sounds
Top on the ground makin' "I'm 'bout to die" sounds
He seen the Iron and the murder (Murda) on stage: that was five rounds
I ended my round like six bars ago, nigga
Go...time

[Round 3: T-Top]
URL, this my closing verse
Like, fuck the casket, throw this bastard in the back and just close the hearse
Now I ain't come here to make the crowd go berserk
I came here just to show y'all work
Now let me put it in...
Yo, this round I'mma expose the bitch in you
'Cause you say you the man, Bill, but you be doin' shit that bitches do
Like, why you be postin' my Wanted picture on Facebook?
You be snitchin', duke
Just 'cause I bust a lick for some GIFfies, then hit a liquor move?
See, I get shit confused
'Cause for a nigga who been locked up before
Why would you want another man to fit the shoes?
You coulda DM'd me the picture like, "Yo, Bizzy, is this you?
Is it true?
Are they ever gonna find you like DNA missing tooth?"
But no...but no
You put up laughing emojis like that was all funny
Well, since we seen Bill on my Wanted post, this is your reward, money!
I'm on dummy!
Why you be askin' Nick Cannon for a Wild n' Out contract?
Man, that's some sucka shit
Especially when Orlando Brown just told us that Nick be-
I'll get yo' mother hit
They gon' say Top caused the injuries
You been here before me, but ain't evolvin' mentally
Even the thought just killin' B
Of course he envy me
The bird'll have a baby under Bill like a stork delivery!
Huh!? Huh!?
See, my gun got a lotta stain, and that's from clappin' in the rain
But I don't care, Bill - rust'll (Russell) still let it ring!
You got knocked out, I fell on stage
Just know the difference
The fans killed me, I took my lick (liq') like the Prohibition
Now I hold a Smith n'
Tryna see if the price ever low, I get it
Willy Wonka: anything for the lowest ticket
Now, dawg...look, Bill
Now look, Bill, I ain't gon' lie to you
But shit, we all used to rock wit' you
You used to hit the chopper move
You even had the walk wit' you
But since Showw popped on you, everything has stopped for you
Mr. Keep the Burner had to work on his boxing moves
So for that, I'm sendin' all your Loudboy families to the hospital
But I'mma take care of Bill's first...yeah, I'm responsible
Now-now-now-now...
If I switched that line, it'd still be a problem, G
And that's the shit that bothers me
'Cause if I would've said, "I'll get Bills later," you woulda said I need to fix my priorities!
Look, dawg, I ain't tryin' to box
If we did, you'd get mollywhopped
Y'all gon' see the soul of Billy raise (Ray's) like Miley pops
I really had 5-for-5s, huh?
Dope boys used to hate my deals
My mama told me I was a destiny child, but shit, I still gotta pay my Bills
Speaking of Bills...we never seen you on a mission to kill
You too amped, you need to work on simplicity drills
I mean, you could have electric lines, but...we don't see the electricity, Bill
I mean, hold up
See, this is where the talk is real
'Cause them chains look like they cost a mill'
I mean, we all see the drip, but...we don't believe it's water, Bill!
They said, "Nah, Top, you wildin', boar."
I could keep clownin' more
But as far as my career, you'll never make it past this, Bill...it's child support
And it's y'all fault!
'Cause y'all gassed Bill wit' the burner
Y'all should've told him, "Keep the heat tucked."
When we all seen when it was Showw ti-
Man, them cable bills just creep up
Aye, and he suck
I don't ever feel homie a threat
He don't even have a home league that would deliver a check
He go from RBE to URL
Man, this shit is a mess
And Smack know you ain't have a residence
We gotta at least find billing address
And he a bitch!
Could y'all imagine seein' Bill in a dress!?
If I have any problems, I'll see Bill and address!
Empty the TEC, then I start dumpin' at his men
You a beast on stage, but you a punk at the event
URL said, "Fuck you! You gets nothin' after this"
Just tell 'em the Bear killed him...(It was a huntin' accident!)
Concrete

Bill Collector vs. T-Top Q&A

Who wrote Bill Collector vs. T-Top's ?

Bill Collector vs. T-Top was written by Bill Collector & T-Top.

Who produced Bill Collector vs. T-Top's ?

Bill Collector vs. T-Top was produced by Smack White & Eric Beasley.

When did URLtv release Bill Collector vs. T-Top?

URLtv released Bill Collector vs. T-Top on Sun Jan 26 2020.

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