LYRIC
But I get it, y’all booking these new niggas to rack up their views
They might hype him, but in the building, if I happen to lose
He’ll have a ball and be a nigga looking stupid in the clip, that’s Shaqtin’ A Fool
These rappers is food, what y’all call a stage is my eatery
I set him up for the shot, I guess that’s just a PG in me
Ayo Eric Beasley, I heard you had this nigga beating me
But if I’m supposed to die by some pussy, won’t be that easy, E
I stay strapped, draw on his cheek, come get a face tat
Or next tom I hawk will be in his head, that’s a Braves hat
I have search parties deep in the ocean to find where Wave at
But that’s like saying hi to some rude neighbors, don’t expect to get Wave back
Let’s state facts, 2012, I had a hot year
Classics with Magic and Bill, can’t say that’s not clear
Summer Madness 2, I shut it down soon as I got there
Which made it possible for a PG to be top tier
URL ain’t make me, nigga, get your facts straight
Hundred thousands of views before I ever hit a Smack stage
But all you did was sign a contract to do what Smack say
That sounds like internet pimping to me, he probably got you on Backpage
Relax Wave, trust me, this is gonna be a body
You’s a knockoff Surf, another fucking carbon copy
So I’ll be in his neighborhood and start dumping in his lobby
‘Til I make Wave evacuate the city since he wants to be Tsunami
I asked Surf to throw a cosign your way
He said “the nigga that be dancing when he rhyme, no way”
I fall asleep every time I see that guy on stage
So just for making Surf bored, I got to ride on Wave
That four go will have Wavy dripping here to make his soul glow
I put whoever y’all hand me down like big bro’s clothes
I’m pulling strings in these rounds…
Calm down, that was a bar, when did you ever know me to choke bro?
Pulling strings out these rounds, I said yo-yo
You so slow, I just want my fucking respect
So get that cake up before the steam fuck with your chest
Nah, we could make it a 2-on-2, I’ll double the TECs
Y’all can see a D and a K shine; that’s NWX!
The fuck you expect, I was gon’ get up here and play with you?
Oh, you thought this was gonna be a debatable
Mortal Kombat voice, “finish him”, is what I came to do
So why not make it a shocking body; that’s a Raiden move
I’m blaming you for what you made me do to this Wavy dude
Your little dog getting cooked and ate, that’s Asian food
Nah fuck that, let’s put the guns away, I’m in a razor mood
Let’s let the ox tell if he could eat it, that’s Jamaican food
His box is like an outstanding warrant, you can’t avoid that
Head, chest, legs, damn, where should I shoot this boy at?
I’m trying to figure out where the fuck I’m gonna point at
I guess it’s the perfect time for me to bring that multiple choice back
Like A, headshot, start pouring in his mug
Or B, fill up his stomach ‘til he coughing up the slugs
Or C, go for his legs and have him crawling in his blood
Or D, start from his feet and shoot all of the above
I’m only here ‘cause I’m getting that cash
It’s a body, and it’s time for you to get in that bag
So just know when you get done spitting that trash
It’s still two more rounds of me whipping that ass
[Round 1: Mr. Wavy]
Summer Madness 5, it’s like the All-Star game I’m glad y’all came through
PG versus a PG, only difference is I’m dumb new
See I want y’all to look at him like the skill’s challenged, I’ma tell y’all why that’s dumb true
Think about it, a skills challenge, he’s the obstacle a PG nigga gonna run through
What up Dananon? Your name really buzzing, you’re off the intercom
Goofy nigga, tall doofy nigga, ‘bout to get shitted on
How you give it up? I could give a little fuck like midget porn
Shotgun in the pants leg, nah, I got a different arm
Pull twins, aimed at you, it ain’t a spirit bomb
Nah, fuck that, I’m still aiming, I’ll get that spirit bombed
Deuce deuce, what, yeah, okay, I just got close enough to use the little john
This battle ain’t pay-per-view, but Smack, you’re bringing out Caucasians, Dominicans, Blacks, Russians, Hispanics, and y’all niggas don’t even peep the shit
Nah, fuck that, pay attention, peep the flips
See my core caging, though many can come on the stage, I hate frauds
I’m rushing to black on any nigga, so if his panic, I’ll pulling more than a race card
Nasty four, heat a nigga it’s about to get nasty for
I’ll pistol whip him with the hammer ‘til his head open up like a pistachio
We are not even, Blanka attack, I got the shock treatment
Way I got your future in my hands, he’ll think I’m palm reading
Dirk Nowitzki with a maverick, I got the shot fiending
Tryna made him fade away, bump, and took the shot leaning
Y’all try to feed him, critical state I’m trying to leave him
Leg shot, bow, bow, I knock kneed him
What you gonna do, 4-bar me to death? I get the picture
Steal a couple of my quotable lines? Aye you that nigga
I swear you got Siamese fans that’s sticking with ya
‘Cause you don’t bring nothing to the table like Roger from Sister Sister
Talking ‘bout, you gave Prep the blueprint, how J? It’s only Z’s when you rap, and you harming me?
I got performance and bars, that’s the best of both worlds, and I’m still building my dynasty
You don’t black like you had a hard knock life, your name ain’t bringing them out
This American gangster? But now I got a reasonable doubt
Who made Don king? That’s that stupid shit that he broadcast, y’all all ass
Your mans jump in, he get his dog tagged
Have his body stretched like a frog splash
You get hog lashed, John try to haul ass
Get the animal to that neck like the Lacoste tag
I swear you’re getting crunched on the low like dwarfs abs
Real niggas don’t fuck with you like Jordache
Shine was our mutual perk, but you ain’t getting away from this work with a hall pass
You lost to Shine, I son Shine, go check the forecast
You had a little scrap with the other Da Don, me and my bros been in fights for our lives, and we never had to brag about swinging
Neck shot, (fuck that mean?), that’s a hollow you could brag about beating
I’m all in, every battle, I’m on a chalk mission
So we both got drive, but in two different spots, that’s ‘cause we park different
See it’s all about the bread with you, not about the comp, see how the art switching?
And now you’re repping Shrug Life, I guess that was John’s Q, to let y’all know son got his heart missing
I still walk away without a stain on him, he still talking, I’ll moonwalk it and bang on him
Nah, it went from bang on him to get banged on, YO to Atlanta, nigga the name drawn
How many of y’all been on carnival game? Good, my flame on
Whack-A-Mole, whatever hole he hop out, he get banged on
Round 1, you know I came to chalk him out
I look him dead in his face and ask him “fuck is you talking about?”
Wavy
[Round 2: John John Da Don]
Y’all seen me vs. Hitman and y’all hoping this be the same
I made that road to top tier, who drove him into my lane?
Smack be riding with these rookies when they’re going against the names
So these clippers should be cutting Wave off since he’s going against the grain
Why y’all keep comparing him to me when he ain’t work this hard?
Y’all forced him on the stage, this ain’t the right way to birth a star
The judge just might give me life after this murder charge
So even if y’all think Mister meaner, he still ain’t worth the bars
You said you been away so long, you grew a beard out
So you’ll probably gon’ disappear again before the year’s out
Shout out to Chess, shout out to T-Top, at least they’re rookies that we hear about
Nobody mentions Wave since Verb grew his hair out
Little Wavy, you’s a boy to me, so what that Mr. mean?
I got to mop him to help his flow shine, I’m being Mr. Clean
I’m tired of hearing this nigga scream
So if I come suited with the blazer, then he better act quiet, or that’s Mr. bean
Nigga, your name Joseph, you ain’t the shits, so why you cocky, Joe?
I might beat up the nigga that’s with you, and make you watch me, Joe
His tomato sauce will be on the ground, beef, you’ll have to mop the floor
After I spill your man, which means I’ll do him sloppy, Joe
Y’all think he puts on liver shows, but I’m the barsmith
You know you wack when you go to do some stupid ass dance to make a bar hit
And y’all know it too, but for the sake of Smack, y’all cheer regardless
But you shouldn’t waste management on him because he garbage
I’ma quote you, but don’t worry, I ain’t gon’ try to flip it
But you said “Shotgun in the pants leg, I’ll be walking like a zombie with it”
See it was the performance, not the bar that really had everybody tripping
Tyler Perry, it’s just an act when this guy be wigging
But me, I move crowds with my fire writtens
Like if I kill, it gon’ be quiet, so nobody witness
But with the suppressor on the nine will do the silent spitting
To add the “shh” to the murder like Bobby did it
Speaking of Bobby Shmurda, y’all got something in common
‘Cause y’all both facing bars as soon as y’all started popping
Ain’t you from Brooklyn too? What you don’t let nines dump
You’re from the Stuy, right? So you gon’ be the one I bump
Stye, eye, bump, I’m too nice for this nigga
Yet I bumped him, only ‘cause it’s on sight with this nigga
I’m charged up, back-to-back, like that light-skinned nigga
But he could be Drake, I’m Quentin Miller, I got a right for this nigga
Y’all went crazy over that zombie bar, although it wasn’t his
But it wasn’t ‘cause of what he said, it was more ‘cause of what he did
Is that what performance is, acting what y’all rhyme about?
You want me to rap like Mr. Wavy? OK, fuck it, I’ll try it out
Since niggas say I’m stealing anyway, then why change the angle?
Get you for everything you got, and I ain’t saying thank you
Deuce in the boot, got me walking like I sprained an ankle
Crack his head, then clock his chest, I’ll Flava Flav you
He looking at me like “he not nice”
‘Cause I’m saying a bunch of shit that he no like
But as soon as this nigga act like he want fight
Soundclick.com, it gets the beats on sight
I’m only here ‘cause I’m getting that cash
It is a body, and it’s time for you to get in that bag
So just know when you get done spitting that trash
It’s still one more round of me whipping that ass
[Round 2: Mr. Wavy]
They said I’m only here ‘cause I’m cheap, well I’m sorry to trouble you, but enough with the board games
See I’m only here to torch lames
I figured long as I do my numbers, then the green will come around like the 6, 5, and the 4 train
See for you, the green works, but son close to sink in like Palmolive and Ajax
Green works, Sun, Palmolive, Ajax, don’t worry, I’m just alarming you
See you don’t know I got a dish for washing these plates, that’s my joy, I don’t think it dawned on you
Well let me let this dawn on you, you might’ve been in other leagues rapping, so fucking what? In URL, you hardly praised
Nigga splitting, throwing punches in different leagues, but in URL, they keep Johnny caged
That’s Mortal Kombat, nigga you ready for combat? ‘Cause I gets busy, ain’t shit iffy
Construction workout glove, nigga that grip with me
Talk shit, I’m bringing back problems like big titties
Head shot, he’ll be drenched by the ear, no wet willy
In this city, we strapped like we ready for war shit, boss shit
Please don’t be confused by that calm shit, alarms tick
This, a great white shark hunting a crawfish
A lookout? Boy, I’m hitting any nigga who saw shit
A bunch of M’s, bunch of K’s, no Michael Kors shit
AK out the strap, bombing, Vietnam shit
Reload, reload, I’m out, I need some more shit
Blaow, a Don hit, who Hollow? No, that John bitch
Well, is he dead? I don’t know, let me get on shit
I’ll slide up on his body real smooth, you know Vellore shit
Blaow, his core hit, then his top get the cartridge, no Nintendo 64 shit
You’re as real as the company you keep, I don’t respect the frauds
Your man be screaming he the best, this nigga’s a thief, it’s in his repertoire
Ya both squares, two different colors, these niggas checkerboards
John John, it’s my time, you ain’t gonna stop my shine in this new era
Don’t look confused, I’m here to take out spots like Cruella
You ain’t the man, you’re really a bitch like Bruce Jenner
You whine for battlers, I’m like the wine of battlers ‘cause in due time, I gets better
I’m a new nigga, but I thought you would’ve knew, nigga
Thought I’d come on the stage and get my freeze on, fuck is he on?
I’m nice like AI with the sleeve on
Leave wrong, I’ll tec a lame, Packer game, I throw my G’s on
Hammer going right in his mouth, he won’t respond
That’s the strap over the tongue, no KD’s on
If he mob deep, it’ll be nothing to end his men
‘Cause once this nine point at five, that round’s off to the nearest ten
That’s crazy ‘cause 9.5 rounds off to the nearest 10
You forever gon’ be a PG, ain’t no removing the tat
You ain’t the goat of shit, ‘cause I’m bruising your stats
You don’t be washing tons of niggas, you be losing to cats
John putting up this wall like he can’t get the two to his back
Washington, John Wall, 2 to his –
Man, I drop these, nice work, you will not breath
Five miles per hour with the stab, but the wound look like I’m trying to hit the top speed
I’ve been through all the negativity, nigga, I get enough hate
That’s why they say silence is golden, but you know what’s silver? My duct tape
I grab Jonathan ass up, man it’s about to get real, bro
(Chill bro), nah, I’m showing a different skill, bro
Steel get the clapping together, that’s a concerto
Take his newborn and use that bitch as a field goal
See I’m from Brooklyn, untied strings, but I am not tripping
Like a hostage breaking out, I am not slipping, not kidding
You’re worried about views, I’m trying not to get viewed, nigga, my stock different
You’re a replica, I’m original, I tell it like it is, but I am not snitching
Dwayne Johnson, Scorpion King, that mean we rock different
URL opened the door, you got sworn in
Nah, gangster shit, soon as niggas open the door, my niggas swarm in
Weaponry, these niggas ain’t street, these niggas Sesame
Main click, load her up, that’s a pregnancy
She also hit niggas on the side, infidelity
New niggas can’t fuck with the vets, are y’all kidding me?
Y’all just read bull, no energy, who ending me
Smack, line ‘em up, assembly
But John John get arms on both sides like a centipede
That lead squirt, his head burst, it’s like a lemon squeeze
My heart cold, 10 degrees, mind state, felonies
You gon’ get took out behind these bars like Remy weave
That’s round 2, you know I came to chalk him out
Look him dead in his face and ask him “fuck is you talking about?”
Wavy
But we could set it up on the next card, that’s open, Roc
But Smack must be running the clock out the way he’s holding Roc
Or got a drug awareness program how he trying to keep me from smoking Roc
But why these new niggas, knowing that I can get the best buried?
You ain’t sick enough, dog, to have this vet worried
Thinking he some kind of warrior, all he gon’ get is death hurried
Now you get this PG getting 3-0’ed like he Steph Curry
The only reason y’all throwing him on the big stage
‘Cause you promised him to built their profile and get him a big name
But y’all just being pampered, get done dirty, watch all that shit change
And get left cold blooded ‘til you OD on Smack, just ask Rick James
You think they’re loyal to you? Let me put you up on game, kid
You can’t battle nowhere else, even if it is a paid gig
And you got to take what they want to give you, they’re the ones that made your name big
And they’re barely booking you, see that’s the darkside and you ain’t Brizz
So go ahead and take that contract and go to hell with it
‘Cause you’re only a part of this URL family for as long as you can sell tickets
They don’t keep you from battling abroad ‘cause you a male spitting
They gassing you to make you stay shine, it’s a shell business
Soon as you leave, you can’t get back on the card
You think what happened to the last class can’t happen to y’all?
But enough with the politic shit about being a battling star
‘Cause I’m ‘bout to violate parole again, that just mean I’m going back to the bars
I got a gun so big, it’s no way that I could tuck it, bro
The recoil be throwing my shot off, I be like “fuck it, though”
‘Cause I could aim low and still fuck around and bust your nose
I got to point down ‘cause the kick’s ugly like what are those
Nobody ever told you you look like 50 in the face?
Or on top of that, you’re like 20 but look 50 in the face
So don’t be surprised if I put a 50 in your face
With an extendo that can release at least 50 in your face
So get rich, or die trying, ‘cause all things fall apart
I’m a freelancer that will make that righteous kill to show my heart
Before I self destruct, I brought a gun to stick to any script
It’s like it’s starring Curtis Jackson, that mean it’s 50 in the clip
So you better not be talking ‘bout selling coke or shooting guns
Like you’re some character on Power, that’s making you look dumb
How ‘bout you get ghost ‘fore I pull the tommy so you should run
And if you say you bringing cane in, I’ll make you shoot your son
I’ll prove you buns, Shine brought a nigga out that’s where this nigga from
That said in front of him how he chased him with an empty gun
I understand you ain’t want to fuck shit up for Smack, nigga
But I’m pretty sure the contract said you can’t hit K-Shine, not that nigga
That nigga Chizzy said he chased you and made you jet from the steel
You seen the clips and got pussy, ain’t that Netflix and Chill?
You’re getting euthanized, Smack know I’m the best at this skill
He sent dog for a shot from a vet that can kill
I’m suiting dummies, I should be on Instagram trying to market it
‘Cause I got these birds from the A-Town just in case I want to hawk some shit
Like Welven, I scream “got ‘em” to let you know I got my target hit
So whoever trying to Ice JJ phishing for this retarded clip
You started this, saying how I take or I bite
I’m baldheaded, I never cared about a Wave in my life
Now please don’t say the John if you ain’t saying it twice
And if you don’t add Da Don, you ain’t saying it right
Good night, young man [Round 3: Mr. Wavy] First of all, the nigga Shine brought out, son is a mean hater
The only nigga that ever backed out on Wave was Qleen Paper
You have entered the zone, you seen danger?
The tommy that I got –
I’m not your man, I’m not your guy, I’m not your bro
I spent a lot of money on shit, but never those
You look like a pedophile saltine cracker, they know how it goes
Think about it, he a square nigga with little hoes
You’re under the impression that Smack threw a lame at you
I bet you still get excited when they wave at you
John, that’s a greeting, it’s a lot different when Wave at you
Brush me right, get tied down, I’ll wave cap you
I’m a beast, in these streets, you can’t be stupid or stay lacking
That’s why when you see me walk with a bird, we ain’t macking
Is you really in the field or play Madden?
‘Cause this is where souls get sent and [?] happen
Fuck a run, you’ll get hit with a bullet like play action
What’s up John? This is poor fashion, better yet, let’s sportscast him
Get aired right in front of the crowd, I’ll broadcast him
Bow, bow, his body flop, LeBron acting
He ain’t dead, I don’t give a fuck, I’ll let that arm go behind me like I’m baton grabbing
You’re like John Paxson, an old PG on some bullshit, and y’all feel J
‘Cause y’all the coach behind all that bullshit, that’s why y’all feel J?
It’s ironic throwing all them bullets in the field, yet this John taking the L way
You don’t steal shit, niggas steal shit, and that’s my only visual
Y’all might picture John hand cock, but that script just ain’t fitting you
This is a clone vs. an original, only way you’ll body Wave is in a swimming pool
Now I’m throwing rounds, sit him down like an interview
I’ll have a nigga clean, closed in a box like a fitting room
John John, there’s something you need to listen to
I watched you climb that ladder, but it’s like you can’t get to the top of the steps
See against Bill, you copied Suge, DNA, and Tec 9, you had a little rocky effect
A remix versus Hitman, you copied the Showtime against Verb, and you could cop with the vets?
It’s not that they don’t fuck with you and your stock is in debt
This is URL, you will never be at the top with the best
They followed innovators, not imitators, that’s why he can’t copy respect
You needed to hear that, you’re from YO, double that
See this round I had to string him along
Pay attention, y’all looked confused, let me ring in the alarm
I said he from YO, double that, yo-yo, this round I had to string him along
I did that real smooth, Look at my eyes of a nigga that’s trying to kill you
Michael Myers theme song, no Johnny Gill move
I want to propose a toast, see that was a bar, but I did it real smooth
Propose a toast just means his glasses is something I put the steel to
I’m real rude, fuck your little 38, we let the lord get him
Fuck his ratchets, varsity jackets, you see these arms different
Four fours bulldogs bucking, I let that four get him
He gon’ have to take this metal like I’m absent for a speech and you’re award winning
Y’all acting like Wavy ain’t nice, I’ve been fire
I just don’t respect niggas gangster like Chris Rock in Empire
Don’t he look like one of them tall ass niggas who be missing layups?
Nigga, I’ll take your bitch, and you’ll be tight, no? But what your gut say?
Can chill beavis, I don’t want nothing from your shorty but head
If I whip out, I got to let mama kiss it
Real niggas know you got to make sure that top butter like a Popeye biscuit
If I hit it, you better know I’m laying the pipe
She gon’ be on my john, John, think I’m saying it right?
I heard Method Man in the building, so it’s only right
That’s round 3, you know I came to chalk him out
Look him dead in his face and ask him “fuck is you talking about?”
Wavy
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