CakeLyfe Rambo vs. Budds

[CakeLyfe Rambo]
...when you gettin' clapped wit' the Glock
And I extended the clip, so if I miss a shot
I tell the driver, "Moonwalk"
Nigga, that mean I'm slidin' back on ya block
But this time, I parked the whip
Hop out, I'm bringin' it to wherever that apartment is
Kick in the door
Don't matter if they hit the flo'
I'm used to bustin' down when I spark the SIG (cig')
I was expectin' a full house, but I walked in on the total opposite
It's just you and your mom's daughter
And I ain't come for her, so right hand to God I won't spark the bitch
But you dyin'
BAH!
The most sis' (Moses) will see (sea) is we part your shit
And I ain't worryin' about no retaliation
(*chokes slightly*)
Run it - go ahеad

[Budds]
This round is so cold
I'm talkin' 40 below, frostbite
Deep deprеssion, mind's sickness
So whoever tryin' to hop on after this?
Think Miss Cleo: on my soul, mind your business
Let's get triflin'
Craig threw a brick at Deebo and started winnin' a fight
I flushed a brick and started winnin' at life!
In life, you can't call time, Webber
We both might kill niggas, but my opps die better
You poke sides, I spine-sever
(*coughs*)
You poke sides, I spine-sever
You second-page 'em, my crime weathered
Your gun jam...
The only thing that come between my AK? Nine letters
You peep the belligerence?
Look, I call 'em "Bruce", you call 'em "Caitlyn"
We even look at niggas different
The light only shine when his fame on it
But you niggas put a lot of lame on it
It's like I'm at the airport waitin' for him
I got a box wit' your name on it!