Tit for Tat (Remix) Lyrics

Got these rap dudes pissed and mad

I'm spittin' facts, don't you know it's tit for tat

If you get us, we'll get you back

Get your wig split in half for fifty racks

Got these rap dudes pissed and mad

You're spittin' trash, everything you've written's wack

Pics with bands on Instagram

We'll hit your pad with sticks and masks and lift your stash

You don't wanna throw barbs at the king

I'll throw your body in the harbor with a carton of tea

Push your fuckin' wig back like your barber's asleep

Tit for tat, the villain's back; I'm carvin' a niche

All that I see is clowns like it's carnival week

Claim he a boss, but he look like a target to me

Be careful startin' your Jeep when it's parked on the street

Talk is cheap, but you speak to the sergeant for free

I heard they gettin' features from these artists for cheap

But I won't cheapen my artwork regardless of fees

It's hard to believe they're fallin' for these fraudulent schemes

Wear my heart on my sleeve, put it in the bars I unleash

Only rap to beats I own, I don't borrow or lease

To each his own, we're either gonna starve or we feast

Leave me alone, keep the chrome in the car on the seat

If he has chose to be Capone, I'll leave a scar on his cheek, mothafucka

Got these rap dudes pissed and mad

I'm spittin' facts, don't you know it's tit for tat

If you get us, we'll get you back

Get your wig split in half for fifty racks

Got these rap dudes pissed and mad

You're spittin' trash, everything you've written's wack

Pics with bands on Instagram

We'll hit your pad with sticks and masks and lift your stash

The emcee your friends worship; don't rap, I pen sermons

The TEC squirtin', turn his white tee to a red version

You would think it's Alien, the way his chest bursted

They can't put him back together with ten surgeons

How the heck y'all recycling guest verses?

I'm willin' to bet it wasn't likely his best purchase

Dawg, you could've bought your kids some shoes

A Christmas gift or two or maybe fixed your tooth (eww)

Ain't talkin' British food, brought the biscuits through

The only time you on the block is that list you use

I heard your mixtape, the shit came with mixed reviews (six-point-two)

I bet you wish you never lit this fuse

These pricks will do anything for Insta views

Go against the crew? Bitch, I predict your doom

Hope you enjoy the little view from your hospital room

Death is certain, you better pray it's instant too

Got these rap dudes pissed and mad

I'm spittin' facts, don't you know it's tit for tat

If you get us, we'll get you back

Get your wig split in half for fifty racks

Got these rap dudes pissed and mad

You're spittin' trash, everything you've written's wack

Pics with bands on Instagram

We'll hit your pad with sticks and masks and lift your stash