Joyner Lucas - Round 2 K.O (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Joyner Lucas - Round 2 K.O (en) Lyrics
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You done fucked up now, nigga
Joyner
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)
Flex ain't never droppin',
no bomb on 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
Birkens 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 your stuff
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?"
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