CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bigg K vs. Jae Millz
You know what rhymes wit’ Jae Millz?
Only came back to battle rap ‘cause he need to pay bills
One of the first from our lane to sign a deal
To the hottest label in the game, right under Wayne, but it was your name that managed to stay Lil
Say chill, I get the drop, spray it up
Glock-30 - you talkin dirty, the mop straighten up
Gauge c*cked, face shot, your top breakin’ up
I’ll bring more people to Jae’s (Jay’s) spot than a Roc Nation brunch
Do not play wit’ us, it stay wit’ us
They ain’t that foolish
Pistol to your temple, gun drillin’ like a paid tattooist
Blood spill on a Sunday - let Jae act stupid
I’ll link Millz wit’ Gunplay (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Black Buick, I roll dolo on a road trip
I’ll let this fo’-fo’ blow ‘til your dome rip
I heard your last three rounds and was so sick
‘Cause that was (No, No, No) like your old sh*t
Blow d**k! I don’t feel he a threat
I been here for ten years - who really a vet?
I’m callin’ shots, they callin’ cops tryna snitch on the set
You on the crib waitin’ for 12 like a (stimulus check)
You golden-era battle rappers wasn’t as crazy
Try to rap in the new era and nothin’ amaze me
You still livin’ in the past from what you done in the ‘80s
Old-school think he in Control but (What Have You Done for Me Lately?)
Only came back to battle rap ‘cause he need to pay bills
One of the first from our lane to sign a deal
To the hottest label in the game, right under Wayne, but it was your name that managed to stay Lil
Say chill, I get the drop, spray it up
Glock-30 - you talkin dirty, the mop straighten up
Gauge c*cked, face shot, your top breakin’ up
I’ll bring more people to Jae’s (Jay’s) spot than a Roc Nation brunch
Do not play wit’ us, it stay wit’ us
They ain’t that foolish
Pistol to your temple, gun drillin’ like a paid tattooist
Blood spill on a Sunday - let Jae act stupid
I’ll link Millz wit’ Gunplay (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Black Buick, I roll dolo on a road trip
I’ll let this fo’-fo’ blow ‘til your dome rip
I heard your last three rounds and was so sick
‘Cause that was (No, No, No) like your old sh*t
Blow d**k! I don’t feel he a threat
I been here for ten years - who really a vet?
I’m callin’ shots, they callin’ cops tryna snitch on the set
You on the crib waitin’ for 12 like a (stimulus check)
You golden-era battle rappers wasn’t as crazy
Try to rap in the new era and nothin’ amaze me
You still livin’ in the past from what you done in the ‘80s
Old-school think he in Control but (What Have You Done for Me Lately?)
