40 B.A.R.R.S. vs. Couture lyrics

[Round 1: Couture]
She’s your Queen to be
Your Queen to be forever
Your Queen to be forever desire
She’s your, (Shut the f*ck up)

I came all the way to New York with the semi looking for Lisa
Now 21 ain’t the only Savage that would cross C (sea)
Swipe my Visa
My street credit good, my mob (Mobb) Deep
All these b*tches look like 'Shook Ones'
I bet they all looking at Lisa like, "Why she always get the good ones?"
Truth be told, I wanted to break Erica's heart
But they said that she was the better look...literally
So ay E, I owe you when I vow (vowel) to kill you
They say she the Alpha, bet - she getting killed too
But let's recap back so I can give you a clear view
I was chilling at the crib watchin' TV skippin' through the channels just browsin'
Then Debo hit my phone like, "What you doing, Queen?"
And I'm like, "Nothing. Just loungin'."
He said, "Well I got 40 for you."
I jumped off the bed and I said, "Thousand!?"
He said, "No, 40 B.a.R.R.S."
I said, "Oh, the ghetto b*tch that lives in housin'?
Carlisa Lee of Renrick, right?"
He said, "Right"
Well then, we gotta spar
'Cause I heard n*ggas f*cking her off a nickel bag, well just imagine if they got a jar
Can’t take 'em back to her crib because she lives in a shelter
And I’m sorry y’all, but this is not a bar
But that’s why n*ggas call her "Carlisa" 'cause you got to f*ck Lisa inside the car
Oh, I got you big mad, Lisa?
Well, let me stop and show some true love
Congratulations on the new crib
b*tch, I can’t wait to drown you in your new tub
Sometimes I'm too blunt
And when I roll up it’s with nothing less than two snubs
So who wants smoke with me?
'Cause I'm 'bout to split 40 into two dubs
Now go 'head and tell everybody how I mess with Charlie because we all know you like runnin' your lips
But now the only way I am f*cking with Clips is when I am loading this gun on my hip
I should do you a favor and shoot you since you as dumb as it gets
So when I hit 40 for 40, wow, that’s 100 percent
Oh, you don’t like how I doing your name, 40?
Well f*ck it, let me flip my scheme
It’s funny how your name is Carlisa and you getting whipped by a Queen
Yeah, I’m African, so I can go to my country and get my team
And they'll be Coming To America to get Lisa like Prince Akeem
Oh, no!
f*ck you thought, Sexy Chocolate lost her mojo?
b*tch I’m outside waiting on you with can' like I’m a hobo
Two guns, one is the semi and one is the fo' fo'
Both of them on top of your head will make you soul glow
You gon’ click-pow? b*tch, how?
You ain't even the real Lisa sit down
I can kill you in a small room or in front of a big crowd
I love to war they love Couture because they know I can switch styles
And this is what happens when McDonald's against McDowell's
Now for those of you that know about Coming To America that last line that ain’t reach
I called her McDowell's because she loves to put on a strap and give b*tches the fake beef
You said I like to snoop dawg (Snoop Dogg) - that’s how I get my face blown?
Well there's something I gotta make known
This b*tch came for me
So now I gotta send 40
Watch me get the W too (W-2)
See, I’ve been taxin' b*tches ever since I was ten, 40 (1040)
You think your broke ass inspiring who
b*tch I’m from the 401, kay? (401K)
That’s why they hired me, 'cause it was time to retire you
It’s over for Round 1
Like a doobie, it’s a wrap
Without that tissue in your bra, your boobies looking flat
Ain't your daughter name Pootie?
Well, I’m 'bout to make a movie with a gat
Sadatay: from long-range, I’m hitting Pootie with the strap

[Round 1: 40 B.A.R.R.S.]
Rounds 1 and 3 straight bars
Round 2 is for the personals
Let us thank the battle Gods we here tonight
You better pray that they merciful
Debo said he needed me, I’m here to save the brand, right?
If I hear that sh*t from another broad...
I’mma have to remind you b*tches who the f*ck you was gonna call for my undercard
My whole career, I just laughed at these b*tches when they said my name or I heard shots
'Cause these birds get crazy every time a strong presence come around like Bird Box
You hoes is delusional, confusing
Yo, your train of thoughts must be the wildest
Now these b*tches mad I’m 'bout to get Couture with 'No Stylist'
You from 30 minutes south of my home
There’s no way they'll say I am under you
See, it cost to be the boss
You never paid that fee, C (feces)
That's why you'll always be number two
But you ain’t the sh*t - you just wipe it for a livin'
I mean, I kept this buzz alive when the buzz gone
Ironic they say you the CNA, but I’m the one puttin' you scrubs on
I show love when you don’t
I rep the brand when you won’t
I help these new b*tches get loosie when they say they want the smoke
But you don’t come around unless sh*t popping you ain't the GOAT
You a piece of sh*t
So the next she say she fire, BABS crack her in the mouth since she only come around when n*ggas is lit
She think by telling people's business is enough for her claim she winning sh*t
Well n*ggas know as far as my ex he bean and she spilt them
Your lies about your false narrative don't matter
I found out who my father was last year so b*tch I don't know who I am
So try to lie about the inside of my crib she telling stories are not cool
No one ever been inside my shelter it was strict and got rules
I overcame my struggle, I ain't afraid to show the world that
Y'all see my credit score
702 got me asking "Where my girls at?"
All that frontin bullsh*t ain't gonna work here tonight so in other words
b*tch rap facts maybe lean on the truth I am about to blow your cover girl
Your rap highlights can be define it's only lies
You still hope they may give an encore
When you just make up tricks writing people's face your whole style is contour
Your team makes up lies about your opponent
Y'all n*ggas be thinking she be winning sh*t
Her, her manager, her brother are DJs so for the record they be spinning sh*t
No code for people privacy I see the a pattern she watch what my pen gets
She broken it like broken friendship it's like a tumor in your melon
Bullets will fly faster than those rumors you be telling
Telephone my hitta for the quick four, I'll get Couture laid out for cheap like thrift stores
BOGO special with my weapon's
Hollow tip come with a big one it's a big deal
As soon as you come buy one you get one
Devilest pen send her to her grave f*ck retire
[?] b*tch forget that 40 fire
She tried telling these stories f*ck it she gonna crumble her empire without trying b*tch
We know it's something small it's easy to just see you be lying b*tch
You made up stories about Jada and Ms. Pak that only proves she ain't the Queen this b*tch wack
I mean never she sell ticket if we give J da queen how many venues would this Ms. Pak
B.a.R.R.S. b*tch