URLtv, Brizz Rawsteen, Mr. Wavy - Brizz Rawsteen vs. Mr. Wavy lyrics

It took him a while to accept this battle
Ain't no applaud for him
Those of y'all watchin' at home
This when the Lord callin' the irony
Y'all had to make an online purchase
Well, now y'all 'bout to see what
I got in store for him
Brizz Rawsteenfuck is the "Rawsteen" for?
I'll cut Brizz, then serve Rawsteen raw
This a tragedy
Any nigga get in my way become a casualty
Matter fact, let's bring that picture to
Life: virtual reality
I'm on his heels, like a shadow be rattle me
Got me workin' around all of
These scrubs: Grey's Anatomy
It's lit for him!
I'm the fire hittin' the gasoline
Line him up, I send right through him
Like the bladder clean shatter things!
Doctor's office


Waitin' too long: grab the magazine!
Drop 15 on his head, let the ratchet scream
Eyes squinted like the Japanese
Fuck it! I could do two
For 20: welcome to Applebee's!
I said, Trez hit
Now you the next in the faculty
Don't be runnin' to Roc like
"That Wavy nigga was after me" man up!
It's war time? We movin' rapidly
But, I'll grab that shotgun casually
Loadin' up the 12shit look like
The remote need batteries!
Y'all watchin' at home? This gon' be
What it have to be it's a strategy
Arm off the waist, now the ladder free
Watch him get served over
The 'Net: Andre Agassi!
You fuckin' gah bage!
You barely above fuckin' average
It's nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes
You think you this fuckin' savage
Nigga 'bout as dangerous as a couple laughin'
Look at your fuckin' fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a lucky bastard!
See, your moms was a fiend
Your pops nutted in the fuckin' attic!
But, you don't even know his name
We don't know his fuckin' status!
My gloves off! Fuck yo' passion!
You wanna box, but each line directed at you
These punches gon' be Everlastin'!
I'm wit' the action!
I'll grip the four off the waist
Condom broke: shit lookin' like I
Got Raw by mistake! (What!? What!?)
I ain't naïve! Volume 3, I'm wit' the shit's
Since Mike P ain't take the shot, well
This a dope assist y'all make me sick
Scared of Brizz? Y'all takin' hit's
Whoever says me chicken gotta be
Talkin' an Asian dish i made the script
Don't believe in the God: I'm an atheist
Machete King? Well, copy that
Like a plagiarist
My machete my opportunity, I'll make a wish
I ain't ask for a handout
But since his hand out, i gotta take a wrist
(risk) but y'all tough?
I never get star-struck by y'all fucks
Dirty niggas, just come outside
Don't even wash up bar for bar
I could coast wit' anyone that y'all dial up
Child, what? He been on a Volume before?
That's why y'all fooled dawg food
I come from WeGoHard
I was brought up off of these small rooms
Play wit' me, nigga, my mission is to kill
You been seasoned
Correct? Sound like my mission is a meal
If Raw food around
Think cookout wit' the steel
Shit, it's just a matter of time
'til somethin' hit the grill!
I battled Chef
You ain't support your brother
You was missin'! Ave battled Shine
You ain't support your brother!
You was distant!
Tay Roc battled Stay, you packed your bags!
You was trippin'!
It's always one nigga out of the
Group that fuck wit' Roc (k) way too much
You Bobby Brown in New Edition!
You only battle top names 'cause you
Got a top name stampin' him who ampin' him?
I guess it's Roc (k) 's fault
'cause now you think you
Became the People's Champion
But, you suck, boy!
Y'all got me battlin' a fuckboy
Everywhere I go, I hold my
Weight and my nuts, boy!
Your big homie don't even love you
That nigga love Troy you Tay Roc dutch boy
Get cut, boy! The Gs press him
I'll take his bottom half off and say
"Keep steppin'" each weapon, hit his gut
Open him up: this shit a C-section!
Behead him! Keep flexin'
I'll keep cuttin' Brizz 'til Raw all over
The aisle: we in the meat section!
Another nigga they gon' bring in to
Try to take my crown
No, you'se a du rag - they brought
You here to try to hold Wav' (wave) down
That's Round 1
You know I came to chalk him out
I'll look him dead in his face and ask him
"Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?" wavy!

Thought I was lost for a minute
But, I was fallin' back, makin' my bread
They called me with Mikei loaded
Up cases of lead
He called me and back out, like, "Bro
I wasn't straight in the head
I know I called you out every battle
Bu-but I wasn't takin' my meds
That really ain't what I meant"
Fast-forwardbeasley begs me in
A text, "Please, take Wavy instead"
I responded, started shakin' my head
Like, "He get killed every battle
So I guess I gotta wake up the dead"
So how it feel, nigga?
'Cause see, you need the hype
And this a battle I don't need or like
They give a championship match to a
Nigga who don't even fight!
For beatin' you, lil' bitch
I won't even receive no stripes!
They only here to see yo'
Faggot ass go"he no nice!"
What grown man you know go, "He no nice"
Turn his body to the side and say
"Me no like!?" with the finger-wave!
Bitch nigga, these probably finger waves!
Matter fact, yo' faggot ass will probably go
Let some nigga's finger Wave!
This most ridiculous!
You rap tough, but I know they bitches!
I'll hold the biscuit!
I'll let it WAVE in your FACE
'til you get motion sickness!
The TEC and the bread!? Well
That's breakfast in bed
I'll catch him sleepin'
And pop up wit' the toast for bitches
I'll have him lookin' like Twork
- it gets so specific

How?

(Brizz laughs at Tay Roc's ad-lib
Which causes a few audience members
To laugh as well)

I'll have him lookin' like Twork
- it gets so specific
You'll catch a Bald Head through the
Hoodand another ring through the nose
My nigga! It's the Sting, bitch!
This Mr "Pants So Tight, the Jeans Rip"
Every time I see Wavy, I'm sea-sick
I see food (seafood)
I'll let a shell peel off: I steam shrimp
Wavy get murked
Face on a shirt: screen-print
Wit' these shots in the face, no
He not finna play no defense
When you heard you had 30
Days, bitch, you was nervous, shakin'
'Cause you the type nigga that's
Only good in certain cases
I'll break yo' fuckin' neck in 30 places
You'll get slammed to the concrete
'til the curb is shakin' and
It burst the pavement
You Mike's first replacement
Smack ain't feel you was worth the payment
You a bird that's fakin'
How much worse it make it
You only named yourself "Wavy"
'cause "Surf" was taken? Fuck the dumb shit!
He gon' talk about the gun clips
And how the guns fit
But real Brooklyn niggas said you never
Was on no gun shit
Check-scam nigga, but in the streets
Never done shit and this the lane he chosen
So I'm lame-exposin'
Before battle rap and your
Wavy moments, lil' bitch
Your name was Joseph
Yeah, what, y'all ain't know?
Before Mr wavy, they said the bitch was gay
We ain't know about him: he was Mr maybe
These niggas all pretend
Tonight, it all could end
I'll break his jaw for him
The knife blade breakin' off in him
You'll see it stickin' out of Wav'
(wave) like a dolphin fin!
And thenthe body do a dolphin flip!
I hope they all could swim
I hammer heads: it's gon' look
Like a SHARK bit him! When the Hawk get him
And raise up right across the chin
I'm in Florida, sharkin'
Thanks to Smack and this horrible bargain
I gotta pull a long nose out on Wav'
(wave) like a Florida Marlin joseph! JO-JO!
Keep it rap, my nigga, or I'll cap a nigga
(pop) A cap'll nick ya
You'll have to take a knee like Kaepernick
Or step wit' a cane like a Kappa nigga!
I'll put your face through the
Wall: I'll Casper niggas!
They let Raw in here
Big guns, I got 'em all in here
All you may see is
(Macy's) American Eagles by Lids
I got a MALL in here! Long spear
Stabbed in your face 'til the jaw tear!
I'll have pieces of it all over
The couch like dog hairs
Tell ya bitch I'll have six niggas
Around her box: they ain't pallbearers
I'll put that bitch on the floor
On all fours, and tell her, "Crawl here!"
Aw, yeah! Joseph, I don't give a fuck
If you care or not tell Joe I got a Cuban
Link that'll tear a squad
And put a scar on his face
Like Cuban Link from Terror Squad
I swear to God, the 40 put
A hole in a bitch face, very wide
1-0, bitch! Let's go, nigga, 1-0
Your turn

Hold onlet's talk to him
Don't Brizz look like one of those badass
Kids that was nobody's favorite child?
They tell you, "Play the game"
You die in Sonic, then break the Sega now
What's wrong wit'chu?
It's time to take a picture
You doin' weird shit when you take a smile
What's wrong wit'chu?
Now you let yo' heat spray
Skully er'ry battle
Lookin' like the crackhead from The PJs
This nigga but, you be talkin' like you a G
In the hood - who said that?
You the type we see in the hood
We throwin' eggs at
Weird niggas be tough to y'all
Shit pop off, they run prob'ly
Lame niggas get a little fame and views
Then think they somebody
Brizz Rawsteen, you Mr "Machete this
Machete that"
Nigga, if it's one option, I'm gun-shoppin'
I like shit my way! That four-fif', 50-cal'
Desert Eag' - I can't make up my mind!
They got the nine-tre
I'm fightin' over devices like Black Friday!
It's different here
Ain't no switchin' here, it's crystal-clear
I get the drop, I'm at his spot like, "yeah
We got a mission here"
Tell my niggas, "Snapchat message"
I want all y'all to listen clear
'Cause we gon' open it, check what's in it
Then disappear
Real shit, I'm really immature
Try to run out the crib
They gon' find you in the morgue
Think tickets to a SMACK event
How I split him wit' the four
Fuck waitin' online, if you could get him
('em) at the door!
Y'all want more!? The clip curl
Like a shrimp on it
I'll give this niggas rounds!
Ain't you about 140? Salmon, shrimp
They need to feed this nigga now
But don't when you buy seafood
You gotta weigh it by the POUND?!

Almost

Niggas said you was authentic
Wit' that raw tape see, I was in the whip
Shit had my niggas goin' stupid
No, what's authentic is Brizz gettin' whipped
And when we see Raw taped
We ain't bumpin' this nigga music
Hostage situation, don't call shit
We just need clothes for the
Body: this a mall trip
I been hearin' a lot of "2-1 Brizz"
That's cool - let me explore shit
This right hand to one
(2-1) nigga - now his jaw hit let dawg trip
Big-ass blade - fuck you call this?
Throat slice i was tryna leave his neck
Missin' like Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd rather a closed-casket, "On no's"
"Aw shit" close range, large piff
Bang! Sushi roll
It'll be a wrap for Raw's shit
Now that's a Raw issue
I guess the name Raw fit you
Too bad you prolly can't get no
Bitches to go raw witchu
You just look like you burnin'
Whatever is out there infectious it looks
Like it be's on ya skin
Ya name Brizz, you already got da Z's
(disease) at the end
He told Verb he get to boo boppin' his shit
Bumpin' 2Pac in the whip
With two chocolate chicks- stop it!
The only time you get bitches is
If you coppin' the shit
You prolly starin' through bitches windows
On some binocular shit bitches see him
Nigga gettin' dropped in the shit
Bitch, this a speed bag
Try to spin that old game, Sega Dreamcast
Ya fiend ass, i bet he sound just like this
When he was in rehab
"Hi guys i'm Brizz Rawsteen
I did a coke line when I was only like 14
Became a crackhead but got
Addicted to morphine see growin' up
I used to want to play on the lacrosse team
But now I battle rap! Shit
Helped me let off steam
I'm up under a different Roc
(k) now, I'm flossin'
When we step out! Oh it's
Only poppin' with Boss jeans
Other rappers get pussy
But for me it cost things"
All this battle rap fame, and
You payin' for pussy
You supposed to be a winner
If you wanted to see some pussy just
Look at your reflection in the mirror pussy!
I get bitches, I always keep a 10, 9 or an 8
I can give you a bitch
But I might have to remind them of ya face
See my gem, she a star
Real exotic with the taste freaky bitch
Gemstar she like to ride nigga's face
Thought I was just gonna come
Here and not joke?
Y'all thought I called out Brizz
Because I want smoke?
No, I just wanted to let him know that
My beard grew in full and yours won't
He lookin' at me like he no like
He's sayin' a bunch of things that he no like
Them hair follicles don't seem so nice
Don't Geechi sell hair? Holla at him
You should be aight that's round 2
Y'all know I came to chalk him out
I look him dead in his face and ask him
"What is talkin' about?" wavy nigga

Beasley called me, he said, "Brizz
You got 30 days prep" i said
"Cool - tell that nigga he got 30 days left"
At my hands, nigga
This is like my 38th death
My murder game the best, I break necks
I make a nigga vertebrae stretch
BAOW! You get stabbed and shot
I'm a butcher with the 38 Spec'
You into science?
When the heat rise, it raise Wave
And spin him: that's a hurricane, tech
What the fuck you tryin' to do, nigga?
You was here some years before me
But, you runnin' 'round here like
You some new nigga oh, oh, you was here
But they ain't know what to do witcha
Now, see, first battle, you
Walkin' like the zombie
They figured you had the moves wit'cha
Now, second battle, dead body
The whole crowd booed the nigga
Fuck that, let's talk about The Strike
Bitch, behave i'm the Black Moses - I'm
Doin' what the scripture said
Red, see (Sea) it wasn't fair, O (pharaoh)
I told 'em "Let my people go"
Now I gotta split the Waves
First, he get the machete
Then I switch the blade to the Ginsu
Then I lift the blade to the hairline
Then I switch the Wav'
Then it's the arm to the spot
It's a Twister game he wants smoke? Roll up
I'll match it like I got spliffs to blaze
Ain't he lucky
It's Poetic Justice and I'm on this
Bitch head like I'm twistin' braids
The clip'll cut Wavy and give
This bitch the fade
It's Raw in front of you, this dope
Not sushi Wav'
Nah, it's the moving blades on
The side of yo' head
Givin' you that Boosie fade
Wavy, it's nothin' 'bout it
He can front to y'all at
All these public outings
But he never had no car he was jumpin' out of
He never been in the trap
He was pumpin' out of he missed the Uber
Lyft train passes and public housin'
Don't fuckin' doubt it we rivals, Wav'
I'm the champ, you here for the title
(tidal) Wav' but, you gon' get wiped out
I'm the tidal wave
"I want Brizz! I want Brizz! Give me Bri-"
Well, why you feel so entitled, Wav'?
Ain't you from Brooklyn? Go get
Ya music on Tidal, wav'
Check it, I'll write ya life story, in a book
I'll make the title Wav'
But ain't nobody gon' make it past the title
Wav' bAOW! Bullets go right through Wav'
Heat up and spin inside him: he a microwave
Reminder: I'm doin' the favor
This was supposed to be Michael, Wav'
He canceled, you jumped on Michael wave
I'm hot headed, and I'm 'bout
To lose my cool, wav'
I'm here to give Wavy contusions
You here to cause crazy confusion
I'm the God
I can tell you what the weight of the moon is
I'm not sure what Wavy is doin'
I'm not sure if y'all know about water
And the way Waves can create an illusion
Like a mirage, when the waves
Look like they are
But they ain't really movin'
Ie, him and his raps - lot
Of shit he ain't really doin'!
Let's not make a small problem seem major
I'm a grown man wit' a Glock 17-ager
One shot'll drop seven teenagers
You in what I call "SUV danger"
Meaning I tie hoes (Tahoe) up in a Suburban
But, if it escalate (Escalade)
I'll put a round on his
Back like a Jeep Wrangler
You never bought a car before?

I never bought a car before

Nice to meet strangers
And I could talk to a person
And really, bitch
I figured you'd be much taller in person
The name's Brizz, I'll carve it in cursive
On your jaw 'til it's hurtin'
And it's hard to reverse it they'll ask
"What happened?" but it's too hard
To talk to the nurses
When the hole's so big
They gotta call in a surgeon
They like, "Got damn
Wavy! Was all of it worth it?"
Brizz and his niggas strapped up
All of 'em Purgin'
9's and 5's, all of 'em workin'
9 to 5, all of 'em workin'
I'm the Iceman, they callin' me Gervin
Sick man, they callin' me Earvin
Two 8's: they callin' me Irving
Finger-fuckin' the triggers: I wouldn't
Call him a virgin
BAOW! Headshot put his shit
All over the curtain i’m the shit
You niggas better hope the toilet is workin’
Darkside, nigga next round, we gon’ talk!

The shit ain’t gon’ add up

Another nigga wit’ a price on his head
Fuck is the bid on him?
This that gasoline all over the body
Flick a cig’ on him it’s lit for him
They threw your name all in the pot
The passion brewed
Aye, morning, evening, afternoon
I feel like I have to feud
This is my shit, I ain’t askin’ who
Passin’ through, on my bully
Lil’ bump like the acne new
I ain’t ask for you
Aight, I’m lyin’, I did kinda ask for you
But now you bruised
And I know you ashamed to lose
That’s why I’m off to black on
A nigga like Langston Hughes
Author? Black nigga? Lang-?
Y’all seem confused by h-his
Rageand his aggression, wit’ the flexin’
I see it came from somewhere
Y’all just might not have a clue
S-See, in the real world, you nobody
But in battle rap, oh oh oh, now he’s cool
See, he act like he’s this family jewel
And he got this main praise because he been
On the main stage wit’ those average moves
But what’s the main stage to a nigga that
Been on the main stage and the avenues?
You just scribbled in your notepad
And became a goon
You joined lanes and crews
I stood in my lane and cruised
You don’t talk like I talk
I ain’t the same as you
I don’t just wave a tool
I get money, and my ladders new
AKA green and (in) can’ like a Mountain Dew
You don’t know what this amountin’ to
I mean, your dirty ass just lookin’ like
You do mad wicked shit
Like kill a cock-a-roach wit’
His bare handslook
At itand go and view that shit
Brizz look like he’d do that shit
You know the type of nigga, you try
To show him somethin’ in your phone
And he just start goin’ through yo’ shit?
Brizz look like he’d do that shit!
Invite him to your crib, he put a booger
On your wall, and you SEE HIM
And he lie and say he ain’t do that shit?
Brizz look like he’d do that shit!
Eatin’ a sandwich, drop it on the
Ground like, "FUCK!"but then look around
Pick it up and chew that bitch?
BRIZZ look like he’d do that shit!
You lookin’ like that’s light, tho’
Well, aight, bro each vein here is ice-cold
One-on-one: let’s have an iso
The punch knock him out like a spiked bowl
I walk up, take a piece out: that’s lipo
The lead pop, headshot
But nobody wanna see it -
Where’d the hype go?
This bitch don’t fuck wit’
Niggas: she a dyke, bro
But this jawn give it to
Niggas: we don’t wife those
They lightin’ off
Side-to-side: they in strife mode
Take me for a light joke
I don’t duck no type smoke
Nigga, you type broke!
Tryna downplay my name, like I joke too much
Nigga, I’m hella dope, and I let Berettas go
G’head, call me a clown, ‘til I pop out
Then watch niggas turn into Diddy
On the Ellen show shame on you!
I don’t care if ya lil’ gang on you
If Wav’ on you, I’ll wave on you wit’ a 38
Give that big head a lil’
Cap like Hey Arnold!
Expectin’ me to just walk in dead
(Walking Dead) , ain’t that the crazy shit?
I guess I wouldn’t be me if I
Didn’t get on some Mr wavy shit
I’ll end his life i’m on the Darkside: I
Ain’t friends wit’ Christ
Blade, blade across his screen:
Fruit Ninja slice i’ll send advice:
If I’m on yo’ ass, you can’t defend a strike
Bend a right - SKRRT! - shots
Dumpin’ by the end of night
They miss? I send ‘em twice
But he gon’ hate it if I
Pop up: the "Check Engine" light
I’m on yo’ ass ‘cause I don’t think you hot
Leave him, Roc you perform, I perform
But it’s two different spots
The workout a lil’ different:
Planet Fitness to Equinox
You war-ready and in vest
(invest)? I hope you keep a stock
Squeeze a Glock
I’m a Wizard wit’ the 9: Gilbert Arenas shot!
Bang! Paramedics like
"clear! we need a doc!"
Ain’t have to be bumpin’ Q Tip
To make yo’ breathin’ stop (Breathe & Stop)
I could beat you the fuck up!
I don’t need a Glock! I’m old-school
Like niggas doin’ old moves
Wit’ the speaker box
Granny comin’ from church
Runnin’ right to the reefer spot
Street Fighter arcade games up
In the pizza shop! Nigga, I seen a lot!
You probably had pictures wit’ your birthdays
Your only flaw was your cake
Had your candles on it nigga, in my hood
Niggas don’t see their birthdays
It’s just their picture on the wall -
The floor had the candles on it!
Who you killed!? Nobody!
Nigga, I’m in the field! Double barrel
Front of his face look like a Beamer grill!
Headshot! Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout!?
I should still go in on this nigga
I don’t even likenothin’ about this nigga
I been the- fuck… (Wavy struggles to get his
Train of thought back) time, man

Yo, nigga, this your chance in a life
But for me, this shit nothin’ new
Uncomfortable
Every year, it’s gon’ be another you
Mr wavynigga, who you think you frontin’ to?
You just shot your video
In another nigga’s BMW
That’s not a wavy guythat’s a Wavy lie
I know in Brooklyn
You waitin’ on that train for your wavy ride
But, you could get your own BMW if Wavy tried
When the strongest tested, the weaker show
And you done came here and showed
Us your weak lil’ flow and after tonight
You gon’ always be "Lil’ Bro"
Now, see, you hype, weak, and basic
Outta all the niggas I battled
You might be the lamest
Yo’ career ain’t really been shit
You might need to face it
You really shouldn’t even be here -
You just Mike P’s replacement
I know you, nigga
But stop actin’ like I owe you, nigga
I mean, I did this fo’ you, nigga
They called you ‘cause I told ‘em
To - I literally chose you, nigga
See, this Wavy, y’hear me, shorty?
He was the type bitch I gave
My bags to carry for me
He was in the URL some years before me
But he had not one rare performance
So we rarely saw him
He came in wit’ Ty Law, Ah Di Boom, Prez Ma-
We had to pardon yo’ ass dawg couldn’t last
Rookies & Vets came
They made it look like you
Was part of my class
You died, b-but, look, man
A tree grows in Brooklyn
That’s what it sound like
But wait, that don’t sound right
‘Til I’m in Marcy wit’
A Thompson from Tompkins, king
This shit could lift your Crown Heights
Come see me for the fight!
Get knocked out, then stomped out
We gon’ see what it’s like
The way I walked on Wav’
(wave) , they’ll say, "Jesus Christ!"
We ain’t throwin’ no peace signs!
I got Harlem niggas to give
Him a bullet Uptown
(bow) , or on his Lower East Side!
It’s over for Wav’!
Shorty said, "Change your name
To ‘Brizz’, Rawsteen
‘cause you over the Wav’ (wave) "
You ever heard of a birth defect?
Well, he’s Tsunami son: he got a Surf defect
Now it’s some Surf in him
But it ain’t surfaced yet
You want Surf respect
But you ain’t work for that
You can’t just walk in the
Store and then purchase that
What Wav’ think?
The difference between two high
Points is wavelength
Bitch, I’ll put you between two
High points: Wav’ length!
Who got Joseph talkin’? I said, "Let’s go"
But this bitch ain’t wanna move
On some Rosa Parks shit
European strap, I’ll rush a
(Russia) nigga wit’ it
But I think Joseph stallin’ (Stalin)
If Joseph talkin’
I’ll send bullets bigger than
Cockroaches in Joe’s Apartment!
I don’t like Joseph’s kind!
Told him he could win
But they got Joseph conned
‘Cause in this movie
He gettin’ Bodied: now you’re Joseph Kahn!
A bullet’ll slow him down
Mid-round like Joseph Con’! Man, fuck you
I’m worried ‘bout my next two victims
AK-47 stretch you niggas!
I’ll have them bitches jumpin’
Out the chopper, landin’ on Wav’
(wave) like a Coast Guard rescue mission!
Don’t talk ‘bout MC’s that remind you of me
You liable to see beefin’, tribal wit’ me!
Whole different kind of a beast!
African Pride, ride wit’ the Chief!
You probably will be
Stabbed ‘til the knife is
Inside of yo’ cheek!
And after the fight, I’ll let yo’ wife ride
Me to sleep for the bragging rights
Even though the pussy kinda was weak!
Styles of rhymin’ wit’ me? Well
I’m kinda unique what kind do you need?
Bloodsport: who tryna compete?
These pussies just dyin’ to tweet!
‘Til his mama cryin’, "Lord
Don’t let my baby die on
The beat for tryin’ to
Be that shit that he rhyme on the beat!"
Whoever hypin’ him, BEAS’!?
You better turn down whatever song
That they got on repeat
Before I put ‘em vers’ a 16
That’s not on the beat!
After y’all say it’s beef
Ain’t no talkin’ to me!
I’m in a dark-tinted Jeep
Havin’ thoughts of leavin’ y’alls
On the seatnigga! Darkside, nigga!