URLtv, John John Da Don, Mr. Wavy - John John Da Don vs. Mr. Wavy lyrics

I think Smack got Rookies vs
Vets and Summer Madness confused
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

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

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
Shit's, 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
Soundclickcom, 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

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 95 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

It was other niggas I wanted to kill tonight
Shit I was hoping Roc
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

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 (holes)
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