T-Top vs. Coffee

[Round 1: Coffee Brown]
You think I give a fuck what these ladies like about me, nigga!?
You think I give a fuck what these ladies like about me?
Look at my knuckles, nigga...it ain't nothin' ladylike about me
Battle rap...just like Paid In Full modern-day
I guess you ain't gotta be somebody no more
You can get online, lie, and front like somebody you ain't
The doubt, bullshit lies
Mothafuckas tryna smut me since I came
They said I can't see Top angles...so I wrote this from the window on a plane
Every fuckin' interview, every battle, bitches sayin' my name
I drugged these bitches to death, and still let 'em live: that's Narcan
I ain't got no fuckin' family or friends in this, I been betrayed
If you think I give a fuck about JC or a Christian battle rapper
When I'm still seein' the cross in my own people 'til this day?!
I ain't never fuckin' worried about your blessings or your judgements either way
I am a predator: it's in my nature to eat and give God the preys (praise)!
You better watch what you say
I will take your kids and make 'em work today
Drug mules
Yeah, put my powder in your baby diaper and send him through TSA
Then I'mma round-trip that lil' bitch through all 52 states!
I don't be wit' online debates, doin' the most for clicks
I gotta play it smart...
They don't know how many charges I be with self-defense
Real 'Dino bitch, I'll do him grimy, I'm so easty
Anybody from URL can get it, please believe me
I'll put Cheeko down in his backyard soon as he meet me
Smack bald head, I'll do it greasy
Even my boss could catch a bullet!
I'll do you cold (Cole), Beasley
I got a question for Only
Fans: why they wanna stop Coffee?
Tired of seein' me show my ass?
Well, I'm flat-chested: y'all won't see Top off me
Yes, I left the fuckin' Riot, I'm on my own
Y'all should really expect a bitch to be outside 'cause I ain't got a home
I am not Smack
I never asked for y'all business on this phone
I blocked these weirdos
But they give their two cents and sub me on they own
I'll get you gone
'Dino First Lady, I do the most
Get you blown
Face off (faceoff) wit' a MAC (Mack) in here?
Naw, I'mma get some more people first - it's one of those
I came straight from Michigan 'cause he the one I got it in fo'
I'll have your body missin', detectives questionin' your kinfolk
Where'd they find T? MI
Now I'm givin' too much info!
Where do we begin?
Practice makes perfect, I'm prepared to win
Razor - (*swoo*) - I wanna take everything from Top, and start all over again!
Self-made bitch!
I hit the road, I ain't reach out my hand
These mothafuckas talkin' 'bout cancelin' me
I don't give a fuck - I made my name off bein' BANNED!
I took this battle wit' no break, bitch, to see you break, bitch
Get yo' back broke if I'm on yo' ass, like "Can you take dick?"
I wanna strip-search your whole crew
I'll be in your pockets tryna scrape shit
I'm finna test the Culture...since I got a stick in this bitch like a rape kit!
They said, "A queen's job is to serve", but I came to dictate shit
I can't fake shit
Messy bitch, how the fuck you gon' get a run on me? You too lazy
I ain't seen a nigga do this much dick-suckin' for a spot in battle rap...since Ben Swayze!
I'll put some money on yo' head, send my gravediggers
A lotta guns, we raise triggers
I'll have them puttin' you on a chain, nigga...like slave dealers
I don't fuck wit' nobody!
It ain't that they don't fuck wit' me
Coffee's an acquired taste, messy bitches sip the tea
Gun look like a boiler room, big gauge on the heat
I will bring it to his home!
Fuck keepin' it in the streets
Rented an apartment upstairs from my opp', on a 30-day lease
So even when I slept on it...I stayed on top of the beef!
New Twitter!
See clips over those words, a lotta birds: I sent a Fleet!
He unhealthy
Shoulda consulted CDC, prolly
See, 2021, Coff' (cough) evolvin'
Now I'm finna attack the world and T body (antibody)
Fans said they tired of hearin' bitches 'bout shit they don't be 'bout
That's some shit we can agree 'bout
So I'm finna rap about beatin' bitches up, drugs, guns, punchin', stompin' and weed routes
Fuck you...and everybody that believe in you
I will kill your son if he wanna be you
Think LAX
Try some fly shit, get dealt a (Delta) bullet
It's goin' through T 1 and stoppin' in T 2!
You think you shies', T (Shiesty)!?
No! You shaped like Pooh!
Cooler kit, for T bones: let's have a barbecue!
I don't want shit from you, no dick from you
Refused gratuity: I don't even want the tip from you!
These bitches are battle rappers, they are not opps


Standup niggas get sat down in recline
So for (sofa) now...get comfortable

[Round 1: T-Top]
I said, free my dog
He wanted to be a trapper so bad
But he had a job in a stock market
He made some good money too, he was just mad that he got bosses
And now he doing work from his cell, he got charges
Crazy how he left his cubicle for a box office
Now Smack asked me, have I fucked you before
I told em "Nah..." on some player shit
He said "You ain't gotta lie to me, shon. Who you playin' with?"
Oh, y'all on y'all interrogation shit
'Cause first thing you do is hand me Coffee
Well I still ain't sayin' shit
'Cause if that's my shorty, she trappin' for me
If I'm holdin' when the police come, she better snatch it off me and stash this off, B
I ain't trippin', I'm used to hiding my packs in Coffee
You got potential, well let's see if we can reach an alliance
She said I got a couple pounds, baby, we not excited
If she ain't trying to take a trip for them bricks, then (Brixton) she's not invited
I only like traffic in (traffickin') bitches like T.I. and Tiny!
'cause you said
You had to drive through Mexico with the kilo
Unbelievable, but the shit was hot
Baby, you know I had to visit docks
That's why you keep asking me to meet my plug, I wish the shit would stop
'Cause I bring you to the Cuban, Coffee
But they won't even give me a little shot
And if I bring you, just don't be bullshittin' in them small towns
'Cause 12 gon' take you to jail if they get called out
I don't care if you got two pills on you!
They gon' make you pull your drawers down
Take your ease (E's) away and make you cough (Coff'), Brown!
I kick your door down - BOOM!
You better let a nigga in
Before I break your jaw
Bitch, you will never talk again
Arm brace, leg brace, you will never walk again
I make Coffee shop for a white cast like a episode of Friends!
Where you been!?
'Cause your last battle was in LA, right
But you didn't show up, no guts
So I beefing with some bitches at the venue, so what?
Grow up
You was thinking they had the .50 and was scared to make your slow bucks (Slowbucks)!
Then you get on Twitter like, "Nah, them bitches was the police
I got the paperwork, facts"
Well, y'all know the fans' next question, "Where the paperwork at?"
You showed us some shit that had misspelled words and no dates on it
You ain't even have a number for a court case on it
It was from Windows 96, she really had no shame on it
You even called RX "Jasmine"
Bitch, you put the wrong NAME on it!
So you making paperwork up on bitches, that's how that go
I feel like that's some police shit, but I don't know
What I do know is, I don't hear no more war literature
On how you tore niggas up
'Cause to dodge a ass-whooping, you made fake paperwork and forged signatures
Not one, not two, not three, but four signatures
It was her, the defendant, a witness in court signature
We all sick of ya
And it's your character that got us tight as fuck
It ain't about the fake paperwork, it's how it take a fake bitch to go and type it up
Huh?
'cause then she said them bitches got her slipping at the welfare office
Well first thing I wanted to know, bitch, was; why was you at the welfare office?
I think that's the story you should tell more often
Was you applying for food stamps so you could sell some off it?
Or trying to get a gynecologist to knock the smell up off ya?
You can tell us, Coffee
'Cause they say soon as you came up out of that building they smooth popped ya
Boom, dropped ya
Sprinkled you on top of the grass, they moon-rocked ya
Woomp-womped ya
Tool socked ya
Booblocka
Y'all was outside and she hit you with a room rocker
Bitch!
So I don't want to hear how you came up out the mud
Or how you slang a lot of drugs
Your name Coffee, bitch
You was supposed to leave a stain around her mug
But you a thug?
Dog, you ain't nothing but a big cup of coffee made with sink water
I wouldn't taste a drink on ya
You got a stink aura
I believe you when you say you the outcast (Out
Kast), 'cause it be looking like it's stank on ya (Stankonia)
I pull a shank on ya
So don't tell me how you blaze the llama
Bitch, every other day your name in drama
You're about two weeks from being T-Top' new baby momma
So save your lies, brah
'cause if y'all wanna hear the truth, y'all got it
My BM'll whoop yo' ass if y'all two start fighting
I'm talking uppercuts, left hooks, and two more righties
On God, she'll have Coffee out the window like Bruce Almighty!
Who you gon' call? Champagne?
Well, y'all better have some poles up in the whip
'Cause if y'all jump her, I swear I'm going postal in this bitch
Grab a knife, I'm really 'bout to poke her in her shit
Go O.J. on Champagne, and make a mimosa out that bitch!
And y'all as close as it get
Well, that don't mean shit to me
Y'all just two thirsty bitches that's named after drinks
Oh my God, something wrong with me
Tonight I brought it all with me
Y'all thought I was losing, wait (weight)-
Nah, that's the wrong Big T
Concrete