[Round 1: Mr. Wavy]
I'm from Brooklyn, I got too much motherfuckin' pride
To come on another nigga's stage and just motherfuckin' die
I never listen to the fans, okay I motherfuckin' lied
Twork they had you winnin' so much nigga I'm on yo' fuckin' side
See a lot of nigga's words be funny
But success gon' feel that much better when ya road be bumpy
See the love you gettin', real close to the hate like the double doors
It's nothin' more than a tug of war
I realize they ain't fuck wit' boy
But I kept movin' on my own two, I ain't need no gas, I'm like a hover board
Yeah, yeah, so losin' in how y'all got me?
Nah, God got me
I got ya death figured out, that's an autopsy
Big can', get to poppin', [?]
Slug for slug, we can exchange; Armani
I'm hard body, do y'all copy?
Y'all have a get together, we get together, I grab a large shotty
Kick in the door, Boom, "Look alive papi"
Random shit thrown in his crib, this a surprise party
You said, takin' this battle was a deposit to make sure your son's set
You responsible for the rise of ya son (sun), I'ma be responsible for ya son's set (sunset)
I'm a sick shooter, green like the gold then send clips through ya
I lean back, switch Rugers
What's on their side nasty; hip tumor
If they ain't take the shot then these two will (wheel) like a trick scooter
You hot head? Well the leg make you a bit cooler
Is he dead? I don't know why I took a trip to ya
So you like the salsa dance? Well get an .8 to ya back, I'll Victor Cruz ya
But you'll ditch the Ruger, then he get retired with a bird like Cal Ripken Jr
Richmond, what up?
Richmond, what up?!
This y'all champ champ
But my pavement a lil' darker like a damp ramp
Aerial view, I'm over Twork like a tramp stamp
Have weird shit poppin' out like that bitch sayin' "This one time at band camp."
This Wavy, but make sure you put that M.R. on the front of that
Twork, I was young with that, really in the field
Fuck you be drummin' that?
Three X Champion hoodie, lil' gun attached
A savage, y'all niggas want a classic? I don't want none of that
Cause when I ride out, ain't no emotions, I don't feel nothin'
If it's a road trip to grill somethin' that mil' (meal) comin'
I'm on ya block, like a cookout, ready to grill somethin'
[?] ball, I'm outta town ready to steal (steel) somethin'
For a few bands, it's no tellin' when I lead into ya place
I duct tape the bitch you wit' then I make her lead me to the safe
Niggas sleepin', I'm creepin', yeah that party finna shake
Hell Rell sleepin' wit' a thot, Twork wake up with a Ruger in his face
I mean, you thought you was gonna come here and R.I.P. homie?
Twins in the boot, I dare you creep on me
Jiggily puff, niggas get somethin' drew in they face, go ahead and sleep on me
Remember the blog he said, "I'm what you shoulda been
I'm what you coulda been."
But niggas had it mapped out for you
But I ain't knockin' where you at, you just ain't have niggas back out on you
Fuck ya movement though
Shit'll get wild here (hair) like Coolio
The clip I got for this nigga, don't come wit' a movie role
The heat packed close to the jacket, it came from Uniglo
Y'all done put a zombie on the card, we play Yugioh
Zombie on the card, and they expectin' me to just walk in dead, ain't that the crazy shit?
But I wouldn't be me if I didn't get on some Mr. Wavy shit
Like that shotgun in the pants leg line, niggas was jackin' it
Now everybody movin' piece like Jackie Chan with the Talisman
Facts!
This ain't no accident
Y'all brought a savage in to embarrass him
Each line on point like a javelin
If I'm mad at him, I'll pull out a grip, another grip, they got comparisons
Twork off, "Man these ratchet bitches be battlin'."
Nah, nah, headshot, bring Twork down like an acronym
You be dead after the .40 wins like Floyd Patterson
This supposed to be a test y'all?
I'll stretch dawg, the vet dog, I wear that four on me; Brett Farve, let's spar
I pick it up, BAOW! He leakin' eggnog
Draggin' a six foot nigga, that's a struggle without the Chess bar
His grave get a different kind of Wav' (wave) like a head nod
AK black like Sega Genesis, I left y'all
Black like Sega Genesis just mean the cartridge came wit' it; Sonic The Hedgehog
Bigga .9? Fuck is a "bigger .9"? This nigga lyin'
You don't even get hit with my grip, this my nigga .9
I'm slick, walkin' wit' the stick like my vision blind
I'm slick, reel it up, this shit a fishin' rod
Lil' nigga get the light like he Digivod
Dagger to his little son head now he a shish kebab
Gun bar after gun bar, don't get mad at it
Ya name "Twork", you should be used to hearin' some ratchet shit
That's round one
Y'all know I came to chalk him out
I look him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy
I'm from Brooklyn, I got too much motherfuckin' pride
To come on another nigga's stage and just motherfuckin' die
I never listen to the fans, okay I motherfuckin' lied
Twork they had you winnin' so much nigga I'm on yo' fuckin' side
See a lot of nigga's words be funny
But success gon' feel that much better when ya road be bumpy
See the love you gettin', real close to the hate like the double doors
It's nothin' more than a tug of war
I realize they ain't fuck wit' boy
But I kept movin' on my own two, I ain't need no gas, I'm like a hover board
Yeah, yeah, so losin' in how y'all got me?
Nah, God got me
I got ya death figured out, that's an autopsy
Big can', get to poppin', [?]
Slug for slug, we can exchange; Armani
I'm hard body, do y'all copy?
Y'all have a get together, we get together, I grab a large shotty
Kick in the door, Boom, "Look alive papi"
Random shit thrown in his crib, this a surprise party
You said, takin' this battle was a deposit to make sure your son's set
You responsible for the rise of ya son (sun), I'ma be responsible for ya son's set (sunset)
I'm a sick shooter, green like the gold then send clips through ya
I lean back, switch Rugers
What's on their side nasty; hip tumor
If they ain't take the shot then these two will (wheel) like a trick scooter
You hot head? Well the leg make you a bit cooler
Is he dead? I don't know why I took a trip to ya
So you like the salsa dance? Well get an .8 to ya back, I'll Victor Cruz ya
But you'll ditch the Ruger, then he get retired with a bird like Cal Ripken Jr
Richmond, what up?
Richmond, what up?!
This y'all champ champ
But my pavement a lil' darker like a damp ramp
Aerial view, I'm over Twork like a tramp stamp
Have weird shit poppin' out like that bitch sayin' "This one time at band camp."
This Wavy, but make sure you put that M.R. on the front of that
Twork, I was young with that, really in the field
Fuck you be drummin' that?
Three X Champion hoodie, lil' gun attached
A savage, y'all niggas want a classic? I don't want none of that
Cause when I ride out, ain't no emotions, I don't feel nothin'
If it's a road trip to grill somethin' that mil' (meal) comin'
I'm on ya block, like a cookout, ready to grill somethin'
[?] ball, I'm outta town ready to steal (steel) somethin'
For a few bands, it's no tellin' when I lead into ya place
I duct tape the bitch you wit' then I make her lead me to the safe
Niggas sleepin', I'm creepin', yeah that party finna shake
Hell Rell sleepin' wit' a thot, Twork wake up with a Ruger in his face
I mean, you thought you was gonna come here and R.I.P. homie?
Twins in the boot, I dare you creep on me
Jiggily puff, niggas get somethin' drew in they face, go ahead and sleep on me
Remember the blog he said, "I'm what you shoulda been
I'm what you coulda been."
But niggas had it mapped out for you
But I ain't knockin' where you at, you just ain't have niggas back out on you
Fuck ya movement though
Shit'll get wild here (hair) like Coolio
The clip I got for this nigga, don't come wit' a movie role
The heat packed close to the jacket, it came from Uniglo
Y'all done put a zombie on the card, we play Yugioh
Zombie on the card, and they expectin' me to just walk in dead, ain't that the crazy shit?
But I wouldn't be me if I didn't get on some Mr. Wavy shit
Like that shotgun in the pants leg line, niggas was jackin' it
Now everybody movin' piece like Jackie Chan with the Talisman
Facts!
This ain't no accident
Y'all brought a savage in to embarrass him
Each line on point like a javelin
If I'm mad at him, I'll pull out a grip, another grip, they got comparisons
Twork off, "Man these ratchet bitches be battlin'."
Nah, nah, headshot, bring Twork down like an acronym
You be dead after the .40 wins like Floyd Patterson
This supposed to be a test y'all?
I'll stretch dawg, the vet dog, I wear that four on me; Brett Farve, let's spar
I pick it up, BAOW! He leakin' eggnog
Draggin' a six foot nigga, that's a struggle without the Chess bar
His grave get a different kind of Wav' (wave) like a head nod
AK black like Sega Genesis, I left y'all
Black like Sega Genesis just mean the cartridge came wit' it; Sonic The Hedgehog
Bigga .9? Fuck is a "bigger .9"? This nigga lyin'
You don't even get hit with my grip, this my nigga .9
I'm slick, walkin' wit' the stick like my vision blind
I'm slick, reel it up, this shit a fishin' rod
Lil' nigga get the light like he Digivod
Dagger to his little son head now he a shish kebab
Gun bar after gun bar, don't get mad at it
Ya name "Twork", you should be used to hearin' some ratchet shit
That's round one
Y'all know I came to chalk him out
I look him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy
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