URLtv – Ryda Vs. Glueazy lyrics

[Round 1: Ryda]
(*Ryda chooses to go first before NuNu Nellz even flips the coin*)
I said we finally made it to the main stage!
We finally made it to the main stage, but look what it cost, tho
They let us starve and threw a plate in front of our face like, “Which one of you niggas want mo'?”
I don’t know if you understand what I'm sayin', Glu’
But you my brother, and I love ya
But in a minute, you ‘bout to become a lost soul
BAH! Wanna put Eazy in the sky…I'll see you at Tha Crossroads!
They say, “Why battle Glu'? That's your brother!”
I said, “It's business, if he gotta go, then he gotta go!”
And I don't really want no friends: I'm in Tekashi mode!
You thought you was gon' get a cult following tonight?
No, pudgy
You ain’t even peep that this was suicide, son: Tony Dungy
I’ll raise the .50
Gun-butt your baby mother, stop playin' wit’ me
Hold on, lemme break it down in Glueazy terms so y'all say it wit' me
Black nigga, crack her (cracker) in the head: Clayton Bigsby!
All the friendship we had before this battle? You can remove that!
Long-range: hit him from 40 acres and get the mule back!
They say, “In order to get respect, you gotta-”
Boy, I ain't givin’ you none
All these guns in your arts and crafts
Ironically, that's the only time I ever seen Glu' (glue) stick wit' a gun
But hold up!
You vers' Danny, Chess, Shotgun Suge, even me
I mean, it was booked last-minute
What, you don't peep, nigga?
Every time somebody get up out they spot, they put you in the slot
You a seat-filler!
I'm strapped in!
Nah, this ain't Twork with amoxicillin, but shots is spittin'
Mind ya business
Even if he take a Lil Peep, white boy'll die from the peelin'! (pillin')
It's big business, clips in it
Just gettin' some shit lifted
Blade work, two to ten, ten t-
You ain't even peepin' the shift switchin'!
I predicted the-
Nah, nah, I was lookin' so far into the future, I forgot about the present
I mean, if we bein' real wit' it
But tonight, they sayin' that this could be our moment, Glu'...
But I just can't allow you to live in it!
See, we all about action
Y'all niggas just be sayin' the most
I'll find your big homie and let it off after raising the toast
BOW!
Now you gotta look to the sky to speak to him of what you think of the most
Now the boy out here lookin' like Tariq...tryna learn the fuckin' games from a Ghost!
I pray you provoked, ‘cause that shit will give me wild targets
I'll be the first nigga shootin' outside of SMACK like Kon Artis
And to my fans, I apologize
But I had to make sure my next move was right
So I decided to leave The Gooonies, y'all...for 24 hours: I'm on a T-Top strike!
You fat bitch!
How you gon' go on a strike for 24 hours, and then you cop out!?
I should pull a T.I
You know, pull up, hop out, bad bitches just pop out
One bullet will sit a Bear down: College Dropout!
And Suge, you ain't excluded from none of the nonsense!
It was all “Mr. Pocket-Check”
Until he realized Smack wasn't about to put another check in them pockets!
Y'all niggas pussy! And I mean pussy!
But niggas get on me
‘Cause I got that Shawn Livingston, Nick Cannon, Juelz Santana innocent face
Lookin' like I never bucked a tool
Oh, Glu', you think it's funny?
Oh, well, it only gets worse for you
Because I also look like the type of nigga that'll take yo' bitch, dick her down, and be leaving you hurt
And you look like the type of nigga that'll walk into a restaurant
And lie about your birthday so you could get the dessert
You are two cheeseburgers and a large fry away from a casket
Baconator-eatin' motherfucker…
You can't run, so I'll walk down on you, and that's when shit'll get drastic
‘Cause you know I like to name my guns!
Elmer's
Well, Twork already put the Cal' on you, but this one was 3D-printed, you bastard
Place it under the chin - BOW! - and left Glu' leakin' all over the plastic!
They said, “Smack, you made 2.5 off a pay-per-view”
That's ill…
For 2.5, I'll kill this nigga for real!
I said, gun-butt, gave him the Cardi [?]
You know, then the rest was gratuity, 'cause I added that to his bills!
I'm startin' to feel like Nino
You know, we was supposed to take over this building together
But tonight - I mean, yesterday at the mu'fuckin' face-off, you decided to switch on fam'
I mean, did I take your bitch? You had to make a side deal?
Or that was all part of your plan?
Well, now I'm on the rooftop, lookin' down at G Money, ready to test those cans
And before he died, he said, "Am I my brother's keeper?"
BOW! Nigga, yes, I am!
Round 1


[Round 1: Glueazy]
Ryda, Ryda, Ryda...
Look, I ain't gon' say you pussy-pussy-pussy
But, dawg...you pussy-pussy
They said this Gooonie vers' Gooonie, I gotta kill my brother
But truly, if y'all know Gluey, I've been waitin' to kill this motherfucker!
You babyfaced gangsta!
Well, this shit here gon' be the game-changer
'Cause you got the swagger of Braxton from Jamie Foxx, with the face of an eighth-grader
I straight-razor buck-fifty ya face, playa
Now Driver gotta cut off Ryda
Woo! I'm lane-changin'!
We main-stagin'!
How you just be makin' up bodies like morticians?
I blow Godbody out God body, then four-fif' him
Two straps out, better move back when Glu' spittin'...
And pray that Jesus takes the wheel, or it's Lord willin'
Boy chillin'
You the softest out the squad, dawg!
Roc won't even let you in the Cave: you a guard dog!
Big gun, I could spit at the sun and watch God fall
Plus I'mma win the first and third round: I'm an oddball!
I got y'all, I'm about to smoke Ryda
That .45 will nickel his (Nicolas) cage: I Ghost Ryda!
No lie! Everybody want smoke 'til a gun fire
His bars hot, but my car in the shop: I'mma bust Ryda (bus rider)
Fuck Ryda! You a male model
And tonight, it's Money Over Loyalty, tell Hollow
We in New York, baby!
This shit feel like I did The Apollo
I was nervous, hittin' the Lucy like Ricky Ricardo
Grippin' an auto, and it's gon' land on a bitch like Spin the Bottle
You gon' see a White show up on Black like vitiligo
Bitch, I followed you
Before URL just ain't acknowledged you
Here we are, two years later, I gave a shot to you
You always mad at when the fans make comments like they don't rock wit'chu
That's why when Twork asked me to join, the shit got to you
It bothered you
'Cause just last year, I was the opp' to you
Been watchin' you
Declined every battle, to keep it hot wit'chu
I'm poppin' you
Get shot in ya ear and see the hospital
Now findin' out if me and Bigg K sound alike ain't even possible!
I'm God to you!
Any problems, you can speak your mind on it
But if that hammer pull, you a cannibal
Feast ya eyes on it!
You was never greater
You just came out first, like a second-grader
The weapon spray ya
'Cause this TEC-9 a regulator
I never waited for y'all to do shit
I did my own thang
Enough that I could leave the Gooonies right now, and start my own gang
'Cause y'all say we brothers
And I be thinkin', "This relationship stinks!"
It ain't what they think
This clique is clickbait: it's always fake when we link
All we do is drink and smoke weed
And that's about as far as it goes
Then, in the middle of the night, Twork leaves us all and go to parties wit' hoes!
Yeah, facts!
Ryda's somewhere doin' the fuckin' "KeKe Challenge"...
And Jakk' at the mall, prob'ly stealin' some clothes!
But still they say bros, and that's got me actin' surprised
'Cause now it's Gooonie vers' Gooonie: it's like you askin' to die!
So I don't care if you the shooter and the driver, I'm splashin' the ride
Head shot: put Ryda on the passenger side!
We in New York, and that's the reason they gon' say you a disgrace
First round...don't let that fat boy scream in ya face!
Carolina, man


[Round 2: Ryda]
I said...those first rounds were so amazing
But what just happened was so blatant
We are not in the Matrix
It's just me and this white guy havin' a conversation like…”I am not a racist”
Oh...so y'all seen the Joyner Lucas video?
See, that was my main concern
So y'all already know, once the black man get a chance to speak...that's when the tables turn
They said that we trippin' ‘cause we battlin' each other
Yeah, that may be true
But shout out to E. Ness, ‘cause this round ‘bout to be crazier than crazy, Glu' (Krazy Glue)
The gat tucked
Boy, I don't talk much - boy, I just clap stuff
Two shots - Baow! Baow! - he won't get back up
Blade work - aw, shit, I'm finna act up
And I'll be tryna poke Glu' (glue) top in like the cap stuck!