[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
I’m glad they finally freed The Wave!
‘Cause that’s a place I don’t wanna see no nigga be
Jail ain’t for nobody!
I even say “Free the opps”
That’s ‘cause we the penalty!
He gon’ get up here cryin’
Tellin’ out his jail stories so dramatic
Mixed in with sports bars, reaches...bodies he never caught…
This won’t be classic
I know your tactics
Studied your game tapes
Went over all your old steps (Euro steps) like Ginobili practice
You can’t teach me a lesson ‘bout the B’s and the C’s
‘Cause I’m from that
And you’ll get banged on, you talk that gang shit to me
Whole team gon’ blow
.38, and this tre the truth...you don’t want zero smoke!
They called, said I had you, you knew I flipped
Gave myself a fat pat on the back like, “This nigga done screwed up! *Click!*”
On a serious tip, a nigga get clipped
Tempt me then, and see how many men this 50 stick pick
Or I knock your teeth out, you get hit with this bitch…
They gon’ have to bring Tsu veneers (souvenirs) back
YOU GON’ REMEMBER THIS SHIT!
I don’t think him survive
‘Cause if we catch wreck, you’ll see the Tom and a mask (Tom in a mask)...like Vanilla Sky!
The homies from the 60’s DIE!
I get to takin’ niggas out from NeighborHood like it’s gentrified!
I don’t know if you snitched, told, or wrote a statement
But we ain’t gon’ bring up the D…’cause real niggas don’t speak of open cases
Go ‘head, amp him up
Let all that gas get (gasket) blown
I’ll have him leakin’
It’d be too much to intake...your man’ll fold (manifold)!
I holla, “Welcome home, Surf!”...pull some big shit…
And fuck up the return...like a squib kick!
I’ll line you up
Try me, I’ll fire once
Body him
Now Surf on the can...it’s a Hawaiian Punch!
Try your luck
Nigga, I said, they’ll get ya-
I- uh, Hawaiian Punch-
I fucked that part up, hold on...
I’ll spin the block
Them niggas dashed off runnin’
I’ll pull up slow, loud and bangin’
This shit’ll knock a slab off somethin’!
And Calicoe spazzed and was punkin’ you
But if you was real, Tsunami, you coulda started by puttin’ that Landslide under you
Fuck you wanna do?
Even speakin’ in codes, you gon’ die, boy
Get a Ginobili from a J.R. Smith shot
That’s a Bald Head out the high point
He might tote it
But it’s fo’ show, he won’t blow it
He actin’ gutta, but Tsu a clown on the inside, and y’all know it…
Fuck, I gotta put it in subtitles for y’all to get the line?
Acting, gutter, sewer, clown on the inside...that’s Pennywise!
You be bossin’ Tay around!
You gotta stop! That nigga grown!
You used to havin’ Roc in yo’ pockets…
I used to have a pocket full of stones!
We different!
My niggas go and handle the smoke
‘Cause we really be on that
No cap: the team’s salary low
Get clapped up!
Saw the barrel short, it got a half-front
Split the pole, now the sweeper a foot like I got bad luck
You was really gon’ knock out Shine?
Well, you down for ya team, I see
Well, he shoulda jumped off...for me smokin’ Roc like Lean On Me!
Peep! I run a blade through his pupil!
Houston! I really did his eye like that
Hold up…Houston, “I Like That”...
Yeah, I did his eye like THAT!
Don’t die! Fight BACK!
Aye, how many of y’all posted #FreeTheWave or #FreeSurf?
I know I really did
And he came back...to face bars…
Now I gotta post the shit again!
Bitch, you know you prob’ly squealin’ yourself
Don’t push Tsu aside
Let me do the job...and kill him myself
I’m glad they finally freed The Wave!
‘Cause that’s a place I don’t wanna see no nigga be
Jail ain’t for nobody!
I even say “Free the opps”
That’s ‘cause we the penalty!
He gon’ get up here cryin’
Tellin’ out his jail stories so dramatic
Mixed in with sports bars, reaches...bodies he never caught…
This won’t be classic
I know your tactics
Studied your game tapes
Went over all your old steps (Euro steps) like Ginobili practice
You can’t teach me a lesson ‘bout the B’s and the C’s
‘Cause I’m from that
And you’ll get banged on, you talk that gang shit to me
Whole team gon’ blow
.38, and this tre the truth...you don’t want zero smoke!
They called, said I had you, you knew I flipped
Gave myself a fat pat on the back like, “This nigga done screwed up! *Click!*”
On a serious tip, a nigga get clipped
Tempt me then, and see how many men this 50 stick pick
Or I knock your teeth out, you get hit with this bitch…
They gon’ have to bring Tsu veneers (souvenirs) back
YOU GON’ REMEMBER THIS SHIT!
I don’t think him survive
‘Cause if we catch wreck, you’ll see the Tom and a mask (Tom in a mask)...like Vanilla Sky!
The homies from the 60’s DIE!
I get to takin’ niggas out from NeighborHood like it’s gentrified!
I don’t know if you snitched, told, or wrote a statement
But we ain’t gon’ bring up the D…’cause real niggas don’t speak of open cases
Go ‘head, amp him up
Let all that gas get (gasket) blown
I’ll have him leakin’
It’d be too much to intake...your man’ll fold (manifold)!
I holla, “Welcome home, Surf!”...pull some big shit…
And fuck up the return...like a squib kick!
I’ll line you up
Try me, I’ll fire once
Body him
Now Surf on the can...it’s a Hawaiian Punch!
Try your luck
Nigga, I said, they’ll get ya-
I- uh, Hawaiian Punch-
I fucked that part up, hold on...
I’ll spin the block
Them niggas dashed off runnin’
I’ll pull up slow, loud and bangin’
This shit’ll knock a slab off somethin’!
And Calicoe spazzed and was punkin’ you
But if you was real, Tsunami, you coulda started by puttin’ that Landslide under you
Fuck you wanna do?
Even speakin’ in codes, you gon’ die, boy
Get a Ginobili from a J.R. Smith shot
That’s a Bald Head out the high point
He might tote it
But it’s fo’ show, he won’t blow it
He actin’ gutta, but Tsu a clown on the inside, and y’all know it…
Fuck, I gotta put it in subtitles for y’all to get the line?
Acting, gutter, sewer, clown on the inside...that’s Pennywise!
You be bossin’ Tay around!
You gotta stop! That nigga grown!
You used to havin’ Roc in yo’ pockets…
I used to have a pocket full of stones!
We different!
My niggas go and handle the smoke
‘Cause we really be on that
No cap: the team’s salary low
Get clapped up!
Saw the barrel short, it got a half-front
Split the pole, now the sweeper a foot like I got bad luck
You was really gon’ knock out Shine?
Well, you down for ya team, I see
Well, he shoulda jumped off...for me smokin’ Roc like Lean On Me!
Peep! I run a blade through his pupil!
Houston! I really did his eye like that
Hold up…Houston, “I Like That”...
Yeah, I did his eye like THAT!
Don’t die! Fight BACK!
Aye, how many of y’all posted #FreeTheWave or #FreeSurf?
I know I really did
And he came back...to face bars…
Now I gotta post the shit again!
Bitch, you know you prob’ly squealin’ yourself
Don’t push Tsu aside
Let me do the job...and kill him myself
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