Jace! (iayze) - 1900 ARCHIE (1900Rugrat Diss) (Prod. Gvbriel + Differentmoney) [fzxr exclusive]

[00:00.00] Aye nigga, we in the crib with it
[00:03.00] Aye nigga, we in the crib with it
[00:06.00] Aye nigga we in the—What the fuck?
[00:09.00] Aye, bitch, aye, bitch, aye, bitch, Real Murda Worth shit I'm talkin’ 'bout
[00:14.00] After a long, [?] wait
[00:17.00] After trials and tribulations, coming back to redeem his title
[00:23.00] Weighing in at 160 pounds, Top Kid

[00:30.00] I'm back in that mode, I’m trying to redeem myself
[00:34.00] I know he hate that past public, know he wish he could delete his self
[00:38.00] 1900 Archie, put his ass out, he tryna' see his self
[00:42.00] The only reason he be bringing baby mamas up is 'cause he see his self

[00:48.00] You should be on Baddies, the way you showed yo' ass
[00:51.00] Rat-rug, Rugrat-y, daddy Summrs had bought him a Valley bag
[00:55.00] He say he a Florida jit, but the bitch act like a Cali' fag
[00:59.00] Heard you got yo' watch took by some hoes, you try to bag they ass

[01:05.00] Jace a rat? No, Rugrat can die on the floor
[01:09.00] Have him gasping out for air tryna snitch with nowhere left to go
[01:13.00] Pull up, shoot up 1900 block, leave no one left to smoke
[01:17.00] My opps be on Toosii dick, call him "Pookie", you can be his hoe

[01:23.00] You know I heard from Asian Doll, you is down low
[01:27.00] I know you heard 'bout shit when he had John Doe'd
[01:31.00] A rat on the rug, if he try to touch grass, mow his lawn low
[01:35.00] Jace with the braids, but you know I get mad if the beanie hide my ’fro

[01:41.00] We got Instagram posts, when you were fat, yo’ bitch ass hit the woah
[01:45.00] Rugrat pack, smack off the back, I gag, hittin' a ghost
[01:49.00] Matte black, scat pack, MAC in the back, I black, tryna’ go rogue
[01:53.00] You ain't Blackjack, don't get hit for standin' by that door

[01:59.00] And don’t talk 'bout my hoe, 'cause you in that boat tryna' show yo' hole
[02:03.00] And we got a video of you listenin' to Jace, tryna' dance, tryna' hit you a pose
[02:08.00] The whites don't claim you, so you came through, tryna' sag yo' clothes
[02:12.00] The opps, they claim you fuck with kids, I hope they die so slow

[02:18.00] Toosii fucked who? Only his hand, and Rugrat when he's home
[02:22.00] Now I got Rugrat lo', now I know where Rugrats go
[02:26.00] Sneak into shows, sneak in my pole, I'm tryna pick and roll
[02:30.00] Bounce out, pull a trigger on the wigger, I like how that goes

[02:36.00] You ain't getting bigger, lil' wigger, you should end yo' soul
[02:40.00] Ask Summrs 'bout I-35, he'll tell you how I roll
[02:44.00] Lean out the car, steady gettin' off, I'm tryna hit me a dome
[02:48.00] Lean back in, he was tryna grab my gun, bitch you should've brought yo' own

[02:54.00] Bitch, hey, bitch you should've brought yo' own
[02:58.00] Can the real Slim Shady stand up, 'cause I fuck 'round might send the wrong one home

[03:05.00] I don't know how the bitch tryna come in the game, gang bangin' and took my flow
[03:10.00] Ass out, ass out, the wigger is capped out, capped out

[03:15.00] And they like, "Stop, Jace, he dead now," and I'm like, "No, he ain't dead yet"
[03:20.00] Nigga like, "No, not yet now," and I'm like, "No, he ain't bled yet"
[03:25.00] The wigger face ain't turnin' red yet, I ain't even tuck him in for bed yet

[03:32.00] And I would've let the bitch slide, till he hit the internet and said that

[03:40.00] And yet with another outstanding performance
[03:44.00] Yours truly, Top Kid