T-Top vs. Shotgun Suge (2019)

(*Shotgun Suge calls heads, the coin lands on heads, T-Top decides to go first*)

[Round 1: T-Top]
I said, T-Top vers' Shotgun Suge - man, what the talkin' for?
I came to stretch you (U) every line like I'm from Baltimore
And they put him wit' a Bad Boy - of course it's war
I'll leave Suge covered in red, turn this bitch to the Source Awards!
Of course there's more
I'm 'bout to put two to his dome
The only way you gon' live is in a funeral home
'Cause you say you got them bricks
Well, lemme hear that he movin' them zones
For them dirty birds, I'll put 11 to his back like he Julio Jones!
Nigga! Let's move it along
'Cause no, you don't sell no bricks - you're an ounce-pitcher
Well, I'm a scalp-twister
For that white girl, a mask'll (massa') come down and sweep up everything in the crib like house niggas
Huh!? 'Cause I'm from the trap!
I thought I'd never see TV before
So broke I coulda made the E.B.T. Awards!
The heater on, and I'mma make it feel like Death Row
Wait, that's kinda odd
'Cause the last time we seen Suge go up for 25, he ended up behind bars!
Oh my God!
I'll hold your children up for ransom
You better make sure the kids all good
'Cause I'm from Carolina
I'll use the babies (DaBaby) to get a hit on Suge
Bitch, what's good!?
I'm 'bout to put the pump on him, and dump on him
Or the MAC gon' spray
But since Shaq yo' cousin, I'll fuck around and dunk on him!
They said, "Why you pullin' Shotgun on-?"
(*T-Top gets called for time*)

[Round 1: Shotgun Suge]
Aye, y'all hear me?
Let's get one thing straight!
He soft - we got a muffin' speakin'!
Live from the gutter teachin'
I'm tough and even
He ain't even want beef: slutty vegan
I hold the MAC, I'll let the 10 shoot
But I like how this .40 look...Bernice in her swimsuit
It's already Round 1 and this jerk lost
Murk off
Approach the Boss Lady wit' the baby on the side like Kirk Frost
You talk like you Scarface, but you really a bitch
He got flaws on
My ring is in the streets and we could brawl on 'em
He ain't even want a lil' scrap, so I draws on him
Bulldog, pistol-whip: I put the paws on him
This shit go left? I'm on rip time
Grip mine
Kidnap him for ransom, that's a big fine
I gotta kill him 'cause he gon' tell on Shotti like 6ix9ine
I go ape on him
Casanova: set-trip
B.E.T. gave you a death wish
TEC spit - BOW! He gon' have more docs on him than Netflix
I came to see what's up, heat him up
Have him plus his man parallel, it's gon' equal up
You the type to let a floozie work you
Pound'll murk you
Or it's 50 sent (Cent), shootin' at his Power circle
I'll pop up like a ghost and knock the spook out him
Where the money? I pull a tooth out him
He don't wanna tell me? This Tommy show up at his place of business and get the truth out him