CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Brixx Belvy vs. Hays The Family Man
(*clap, clap, clap, clap*)
Number one reason we can't pass your torch back...you’re wack
Nah, it's ‘cause a rookie can treat yo' format like it’s a floor mat
I'm even more mad that you follow the prints and hand-me-down kicks, but claim you on your own warpath
You're bad
Been worked on Bullpen so much, boy, you're staff
Might kill John, then pull up wit' a mill' (meal) on Will (wheel) like DoorDash
BOW! I introduce my pops to your dad
BOW! A pu**y clean out of sync (sink) like a whore bath
You're trash...
Where y'all find him at?
I seen these brackets wit’ my prize attached
We gon’ start wit' Hays (Hey’s) like a private chat
Wait, is “Hays” a way to say “Syah” back?
‘Cause when you reverse “Hays”, it's rеally-
Syah wack!
I ain't listenin' when Syah rap!
I got the Dеvil on my shoulder wit’ my soul, bruh...tryna get me to buy it back!
I'm straightforward, no rewindin' back
I'm def' (deaf) goin' postal - you literally had to sign for that
So jump stupid
I'm real ignant wit' real demons
Guns shootin', still grippin', I'm still beamin'
Run, doofus - I'm still hittin', he still leakin'
Is we done shootin'? He's still Twitchin', he's still streamin'!
I wear the #1 headband, n***a! I'm tool-poppin'!
I'll throw you #2s in a bag: I'm school-shoppin'
Rug' c*ck it, no talkin', I'm in a rage
I get the curve and leave y'all on red (read) for sendin' Hays (Hey's)
Wait, I get the mop or maybe the shotty bangin'
‘Cause how these n***as move these days, it got me changin'
Fah! He leakin' the fluid his body came wit'
Fah! Fah! He no longer, oop- dang...
Fah! He leakin' the fluid his body came wit'
Fah! Fah! He no longer fluent in body language
c*cky statements
The crown I really took it
I said I'd battle Hays and wow, y'all really booked it
I'm the best to set foot in this b*t*h if we really lookin'
Don't they say you put your foot in some sh*t when you really cookin'?
He really pu**y, doin' the most wit' the least ratchets
You wanna die? Keep at it
Rounds increase sleep patterns
And I got a clip and a stick full of rematches!
Fo'-five loaded, then I'm (denim) coatin' like a jean jacket
n***a, y'all killin' me, sayin' believability is a factor
But if he lack the skills, then how you still believe ability is a factor?
Oh, it ain't about skills, it's about pride
You rob me in here? Well, we gon' rob you outside
That 50 thou' mine, n***a
Number one reason we can't pass your torch back...you’re wack
Nah, it's ‘cause a rookie can treat yo' format like it’s a floor mat
I'm even more mad that you follow the prints and hand-me-down kicks, but claim you on your own warpath
You're bad
Been worked on Bullpen so much, boy, you're staff
Might kill John, then pull up wit' a mill' (meal) on Will (wheel) like DoorDash
BOW! I introduce my pops to your dad
BOW! A pu**y clean out of sync (sink) like a whore bath
You're trash...
Where y'all find him at?
I seen these brackets wit’ my prize attached
We gon’ start wit' Hays (Hey’s) like a private chat
Wait, is “Hays” a way to say “Syah” back?
‘Cause when you reverse “Hays”, it's rеally-
Syah wack!
I ain't listenin' when Syah rap!
I got the Dеvil on my shoulder wit’ my soul, bruh...tryna get me to buy it back!
I'm straightforward, no rewindin' back
I'm def' (deaf) goin' postal - you literally had to sign for that
So jump stupid
I'm real ignant wit' real demons
Guns shootin', still grippin', I'm still beamin'
Run, doofus - I'm still hittin', he still leakin'
Is we done shootin'? He's still Twitchin', he's still streamin'!
I wear the #1 headband, n***a! I'm tool-poppin'!
I'll throw you #2s in a bag: I'm school-shoppin'
Rug' c*ck it, no talkin', I'm in a rage
I get the curve and leave y'all on red (read) for sendin' Hays (Hey's)
Wait, I get the mop or maybe the shotty bangin'
‘Cause how these n***as move these days, it got me changin'
Fah! He leakin' the fluid his body came wit'
Fah! Fah! He no longer, oop- dang...
Fah! He leakin' the fluid his body came wit'
Fah! Fah! He no longer fluent in body language
c*cky statements
The crown I really took it
I said I'd battle Hays and wow, y'all really booked it
I'm the best to set foot in this b*t*h if we really lookin'
Don't they say you put your foot in some sh*t when you really cookin'?
He really pu**y, doin' the most wit' the least ratchets
You wanna die? Keep at it
Rounds increase sleep patterns
And I got a clip and a stick full of rematches!
Fo'-five loaded, then I'm (denim) coatin' like a jean jacket
n***a, y'all killin' me, sayin' believability is a factor
But if he lack the skills, then how you still believe ability is a factor?
Oh, it ain't about skills, it's about pride
You rob me in here? Well, we gon' rob you outside
That 50 thou' mine, n***a
