Round 2 K.0

[Intro]

Yeah

Uh, uh

You done fucked up now, nigga

Joyner

[Verse]

Let me teach you how to terminate niggas on sight

Little bitch, you would never be at G level (Bah)

I don't care where you from or where you grew up

You will still get slapped with a tea kettle (Bah)

You ain't smokin' on shit, you ain't never been lit

I turn big smoke to a weed pebble

Stop talkin' 'bout hits and that platinum shit

Lil' ho, you barely went sheet metal (Yeah)

Let's talk about how you got ran for your chain

It was curled on the floor like a leaf pedal

Let's talk about how you never grew up that hard

And your mama always pushed you to be better (Huh?)

Let's talk about how your career fell off

And the shit went straight through the meat shredder (Damn)

I'm mad that I ever heard your music at all

If I didn't, I probably even sleep better

Hey, fuck this nigga, I'ma spray with it (Bah)

Put a Glock 19 to his face with it

Always knew you was a bitch, you was raised with it (Huh)

Now I know why your daddy okay with it (Bah)

I should take your flag and burn that shit

Give it back, then put you in a grave with it

How you gon' steal A$AP Rocky swag

And fuck it all up and go gay with it? (Innit)

You started it

I ain't duckin' no smoke, want all of it

Want to steal my culture and talk your shit 'case you mad that you can't be a part of it

You don't get no play, we ain't bumpin' it (Nah)

Facts ain't never droppin', no bombin' it

You got the worst songs that I ever heard in my life

I don't even want to hear niggas hummin' it (Facts)

Oh, you bringin' up Tory, I'm lovin' it (I'm lovin' it)

They forgot my litty, went dumb with it (Went dumb with it)

Me and Tory ain't never had smoke

That was really my nigga, we was just havin' fun with it (Okay)

From the Black Eminem, that's a compliment (Okay)

I'ma wear that badge, I'ma honor it (Okay)

A nigga sold like two hundred twenty million records

And I bet you done bought a whole lot of them (Facts)

Niggas mad at me 'cause I bothered them

'Cause mama never told him she was proud of 'em (On God)

Even niggas like Giggs really hate your shit

He a real OG, there's a lot of 'em

You dick ride niggas and you fine with it

You got a lil' cosign and you proud of it

And you'll do anythin' just to get a lil' OVO chain, even swallow it (Innit)

I hold big smokers ready to chief with 'em

Better call the po and bring the police with 'em

Bring enough heat to cook up a beef with him

Wet a nigga up and bringin' a beach with him

Bullet get stuck, he feelin' it deep in him

Pussy ass nigga, I'm makin' a yeast with him

A wagyu steak, I cut up a piece with him

Floss on a nigga and pickin' up my teeth with him

Cough on a nigga and make a disease hit him

Bark on a nigga, ain't takin' no leash with him

Lock a nigga out, I'm leavin' his teeth with him

Lock a nigga down and bury the keys with him

Snake ass niggas that really don't need venom

I'm skinnin' 'em alive and makin' a feast with 'em

Nigga need help, we bringin' the streets with them (What?)

Give a nigga hell, I'm bringin' a priest with 'em

I'ma send them to hell and I bet the devil'll tell him

That I'm a demon who broke a piece of that Heaven and fell

And bitch, I'm a predicate felon

I put a shell in your melanin

And everything I ever said up on a record, I meant it

How 'bout we talk about how many fuckin' records you sellin'

'Cause even back up in your country, they don't check up and listen

You only sold a couple thousand, ain't no battin' a seven

They gonna sell it at the counter at the 7-Eleven

And when I'm finished with you, I bet they would never forget it

There ain't a single motherfucker who can stab at this weapon

I hate your accent and everythin' you said in the record

I need subtitles to get it, I'm checkin' the spellin'

I promise you that Drizzy only one that would ever mention you bein' a legend

Nobody would agree when he said it

I promise you it's gonna haunt you when you sleep in your bed

And I promise you that when it's over, I'ma leave an impression of y'all

I hope you know the pressure's on when I drop this shit 'cause you really on the clock, boy (What?)

I'ma write a perspective song from a UK nigga who think he a top boy

Since you wanna talk about influence, let's talk about the female clothes you rock, boy (On God)

I seen you in an interview dressed like a bitch, I guess you really a top boy (Sheesh)

I catch him outside in the BirkIns store, the Victoria Secret shop, boy (Okay)

Take all your shit, then give it to my bitch, she'll love that drip you got, boy (Goddamn)

Put the UK/US shit to the side, this is me against you, lil' pop boy

Clean up on aisle six, I done wiped this bitch, somebody come bring me a mop, boy

I done turned Joseph to a crime scene

Why the fuck a nigga thinkin' he could try me?

How you do your nigga Wiley dirty, then turn your back on the UK grime scene? (On God)

You a snake ass ho, you slimy

You irrelevant, bitch, you behind me (Behind me)

I don't even understand how you still got fans

I ain't heard your name since the '90s

I'm a hybrid nigga with a high beam

Turn the UK nigga to a lime bean

This the round two K.O, you ain't gettin' up

Better call the ER to revive him

After this, I bet you wanna fight me

That's the reason why niggas don't like me

Thought you was that nigga when you talk your shit

Now you sittin' back wonderin' "why me?"