URLtv, Jerry Wess, Mr. Wavy - Mr. Wavy vs. Jerry Wess lyrics

Yo I'm flexin' this bout
I guess this one is a lesson for clout
I saw the trailer, you a good nigga
What's all that fake aggression about?
Man, you got a daughtermaybe ya
Babymoms stressin' you out
They said I look like Lebron James
Okaywell I guess it's time to
See what the west (Wess) is about
Y'all be hypin' him, since we rivalin'
I've been prepared to silence him
This ain't nothin' but an old box
King Vitamin fuck he think, rusty shank
I'll put a knife through him
Two blades stuck in his helmet
I'll Minnesota Viking him
If he scheme I'll put him in a dream
You say "goodnight to him"
Before he crossover
I walk over the body Allen Iverson
I'm triflin'


Shit'll get different I'll pull a rifle in
I'll disappear after the dum dum
(dumb dumb) I'll 50 Tyson him
Y'all know I'm here to flame shit
After this battle
Don't be tryin' to explain shit
He pussy, he ass
I disrespect the niggas you came wit'
You that same nigga, that go to the store
Give everybody the same shit
You don't bang shit, you
Wasn't on that corner
Shootin' Ray Allen game 6 when I rap
You don't feel that pain shit nor gang shit
Jerry Wess? I'll be on the west
(Wess) side of Jerry, that's how I name flip
Bang! In my life

I've been witnessing some insane shit
It's like you gotta go through the
L's before you gain shit
I man up to my own actions
I don't blame shit
A hood nigga, but stay close
To the street fam', no Paul Cain shit
See you got ya 'get money
Niggas' who fuck hoes
That's regular cool stuff
The real shooters avoid confrontation but
They be tooled up
Them stick up kids? You gotta watch 'em
They just waitin' to snatch ya jewels up
See each one got a different mind
State on how they view stuff
See the get money niggas said
"Yo, Wavy it's one direction
That's too move up" the real shooters said
"Stay true to yourself you don't
Need to be gooned up"
The stick up kids, you just watch 'em
Cause they move sus'
See each trip showed me a different
Lesson The Magic School Bus
I grab a tool, pistol whip him
He'll be black and blue
Matt, Jeff, these is ladder moves
Show gratitude
How you my son with an attitude?
Head shot, doctors pick him up a lil' later
He got after school
I'm a bad sport, shotgun in
The pants leg- nah, i got it half off
The print, you see by the thigh
I got on Cav shorts
My mask off my back to the wall
I'm feelin' like it's no way out
I can't be like Vegan Verb
We on the stakeout (steak out)
Waitin' for Wess

This shit be quakin' when it roar
But there was really too many people
To leave him by the store
I wait 'til he get to the crib, hop out
BAOW! Leave him by the door
Ne not feelin' his selfbut thought
He was gettin' in secure (insecure)
I'm sure, you know cause
You not feelin' yourself, nigga think-
You wanted that overnight fame
Well I'm delayin' your progress
Like ya flight change
You barely got a margin of the
Street like the bike lane
You type lame, semi automatic
I got a nice aim
But we always double or nothin' like I'm
Losin' up in the dice game
Oh you thought I was gonna get
Up here and play witchu?
He thought this was gonna
Be a little debatable
No nigga, you my son, don't make me Kanan you
You gassed up, don't make me inflate you
See, where ever he go, don't become a runner
I follow every move that you make
I got the tracking number
I'm locked on and I'm seizing the moment
Nigga talk tough
But, I doubt he really be on it
Til I walk up
They gon' have to chalk the opponent
He catch a mil'
(meal) outside, I was feedin' the homeless
That's what type of time I'm on
They gave me Jerry Wess to be wildin' on
Yo Smack I don't wanna hear that
"You do good battle nahmasay-"
Nah, that Dream old Olajuwon
I don't wanna hear that bullshit
Like the Verizon song
It's a wrap for this nigga here
(hair) without a bonnet on
I ain't really come for the Sprint
I'm with the marathon
Only time he in the field
He got the Madden on big clip, his shit
Bring his empire down like Babylon
I'll drop these niggas off one by
One, you see the hazards on, nigga
You thought you was gonna come
Here and take my crown
No, you'se a doo rag they brought you
Here to try to hold Wav' (wave) down

I said you made it to the main stage
You tussled with Shine but John put
You in the dirt nigga
Then you was gone for a minute
Seemed like his whole career was
Goin' in reverse nigga
But then you returned, to the DMV
You was lookin' rejuvenated
Versus Twork nigga the fans was hype
Sayin' "The Wave is back" they
Was talkin' 'bout Surf nigga
They say this a mirror match
It's really not my dude
Performance sorta similar
But bar wise he got them fooled
And (In) this League Of Shadows cast over, his come back shocked y'all too
But, I'ma show y'all it's no
Comparison, oh I'ma teach tonight
Ra's Al Ghul they say I'm over hype
When I'm smokin' niggas
I should wear a mask
Dr crane said use it to my advantage
And make him fear the gas
What you sportin' Wav'? What I
Pull from the palm made (Pomade)
Death easy cause once the can' blew, he 360
I did Wav' greasy
I been workin' on my performance
Keep my guns
At a safe difference so I won't
Keep bumpin' him
Tryin' to get him out his character
Figured the best way to get the
Wav' is keep bustin' him
Bando wit' the fifth, every bar nickle boy
It's ya day fam' with a gem'
Star on ya face like Mermaid Man
A shooter from Brazil

She'll get the TEC and wave ya
If I bring that Brazilian here
(hair) , she'll be wettin' (wet and) Wavy
But, if she missin' he shot, they ricochet
She on key though, usin' a sub
Whatever miss will
(missile) go through Wav' (wave)
Like a torpedo
He from the jungle, his life a zoo
I'll be damned if he school me
This nigga got knocked for Llama squeezin'
But that was animal cruelty
I need PC when those (Windows) MAC raise
You'll be second guessin' if
You should try us
Pop him while he Twitter thuggin'
His shit blew
(blue) on the screen like a computer virus
Blood on the keyboard space bar
All cause the fans hated
Now I'm his supervisor
Cause the head shot made him cover
The shift like it's mandated
ARMY shit, come outside or we
Breaching the premises of Joseph, call it
In front his crib
Soviet Union my niggas rush in
(Russian) if Joseph staling (Stalin)
Or wait 'til he in his car and
Make a mess if he act up
Dome shot, put this batch on the radio
I'm requestin' for back up
We should've left him where John John put
You and let ya soul burn
There's only three waves we care about, Surf
Max B and the old Verb
Oh he mad cause we stylin' on you
And the nigga talkin' 'bout he from Brooklyn
He can get his whole fuckin' soul tooken
Niggas know I'm the fuckin' best
Niggas know who was killin' it all 2018
Nigga Jerry Wess

I'll take ya girland she gon' be
Minesand you gon' be alone partner
Now he on the 'gram, watchin his ex videos
(Xvideos) like the old Saga
He gettin' put behind bars
'til his only means of
Communication is a postcard
I'm from the ARMY
But the URL hired me to take care of Wav'
(wave) like a Coast Guard
I'm in beast mode, make one call finito
My niggas steal
(still) on Wav' (wave) like they don't give
A fuck if the beach closed
He not a threat, that's disrespect
Miss me with the warnings nigga
Cause the only people that said the Wav'
(wave) dangerous is from New Orleans nigga
You think this battle
Lowers or raise my stock?
This is an outrage, Kevin Durant
I could've went my whole career without Wav'
The TEC blow, ya set know
Fuck am I still rappin' fo'?
That nigga was dead when I said, "Yo"
Let this nigga go, man

Free Chef Trez
Cause done gained- we was on some bro shit
This rebuttaling thing
He really showed me that's some pro shit
You bringin' up my battle with John
John like that's some cold shit
Rusty 38, I got it cause it unload quick
And it's just like that battle with John John
I keep bringin' up some old shit
You showed America you Got Talent claps
Relax, I'm not sayin' you the best rapper
You just got a lil' X-Factor
But, you no top threat
Til you barely Dance With The Stars now you
Callin' out Hitman like you some Top Chef
It doesn't matter what you
Do in Hell's Kitchen
Cause if the audience don't fuck witchu
It's hard to remain cold
See the real Voice comes from the fans
Deal or No Deal I peaked
That's what the game shows
But as long as my Price Is Right
I'm definitely here to hold it down
You know, unload these rounds
But, I wouldn't be me if I didn't
Go ahead and switch these words around
See this is Hell's Kitchen
And I'm the top Chef

You be a lil' too amped witcha bars
Yo America, the talent I got, deal or not
Shit'll make you scramble the odds
I'm from Brooklyn where if
That Price Is Right
You won't get a chance to evolve
Ayo Wess, peep my X Factor
BAOW! This shit'll make you
Dance With The Stars gawd!
See, I know exactly what ya
Problem is, your chain punches
See they a compliment
See they may think you wildin' when
I don't see no accomplishments
But when your logic end, his whole image
You see the lies through him
It rap, it's no monuments, no cadence
No confidence
You real eni mini mani mo with ya punchlines
That's why ya reactions be candid to me
Randy Johnson
The shit you pitch be comin' off
A little left handed to me i'm on my bully
Cause you be talkin' as if
You'll really plug one
If somethin' was to happen to any of mines
I'm comin' back one
40 on me, I'll bring a cougar through
A Ruger too
I catch Wess and his little one is beautiful
Like a musical
I take her to a rooftop in I'm shootin' you
His daughter like, "Please, don't, kill, my
Daddy!" All you see is her stupid drool
Push Wess off the cliff then she can share
That ride wit' him like an Uber pool
You don't punch like that, I'm troublesome
All these new niggas
Y'all be in love with them
Y'all comfort them, they wanna
Shine in battle rap, y'all be shovin' 'em
Y'all ain't even peep what I wrote
Well let me publish 'em shine, battle rap
He ain't know I took our a
K right in front of him
I'm back to the game shows, cause
I be Wild N' Out, yeah I feel I'm bossin'
You the Weakest Link

They just wanted me to seal ya coffin
You in Jeopardy
Especially cause you feel you flossin'
You drive a Bentley, okay Wess
That's some Wheels Of Fortune but ya V is a
(Visa) stupid target
You ain't even Discover I
Got a stupid cartridge all in his feelings
This American Express-ion shit that
We do regardless
Wait, Visa, Discover, American Express
See how I keep it honest?
He just got credit on a card
But what I'm aimin' for
(four) give me some different charges
You said I'm all performance and no bars
I'm all performance and no bars?!
Well y'all 'bout to love it like
No protein and no carbs
I got the crime on him
You the type to get knocked out and
Go get ya mom on 'em
Papoose with his hat off, I got a line on 'em
I'm movin' silent, with that five wavin'
I go mime on him
Each bar comin' out of the dust
Mike Jack' Remember The Time on him
9 on him, hit a button
Watch me recline on him bAOW! Jerry
(Jheri) curl once this finger wave
But no design on him i said I'm so smooth
I could shine on him with no jewels
They shipped you to ride on Wav'
(wave) , you left ya boat shoes
I coast through, look at his niggas
But approach you
You'll get backed down, hook, shot
I'm not talkin' post moves
I'm no fool, y'all handy men with no tool
How you a 100K but ya niggas
From 100K ain't got no views?
But, you let them join in ya battles
Hey it's no rules
And Jus' Frank look like a 20 year
Old Swave Sevahand that's your go to?
Your right hand man your go to, well fuck it
He gotta go too stockin' cap wit' the MAC
Nigga I'm old school
BAOW, bring him down to a
Knee like the proposal, i told you
If I get the barkin' wit'
The four, head shot, shit
Look like I threw a waffle at the door
I don't believe you

Whatever TEC you got, the gat answer
New TEC, you kept it a secret for
Years you Black Panther
That was fire? What kinda
(Wakanda) shit was that?
There is why I'm hurt wit' it
Cause if you kept it a secret for years
Just means you ain't have to put
In no work wit' it nigga, I'll work wit' it
It ain't the same where we from
See it's a difference between a gun range and
Bein' in the range of a gun you my son
You don't know I be fuckin' ya
Bitch and she be callin' me?
By the look on his face I can tell
She still think that she avoidin' me
I whip outshe treat me like royalty
She be spoilin' me
I'm 'bout to nut, she act accordingly
She just be waitin' to catch the bus
(bust) Port Authority
He looking at me like, "No not nice
He's sayin' a bunch of things
That me no like"
When he get home he goin' through
His bitch phone at night
Like, "Where the fuck is this
Nigga Wav'? Ooh aight" that's round two
You know I came to chalk- nah
I should give him one more
But it ain't peaceful probably head shot
You gon' need the nigga behind
You in the wheelchair probably
They gon' be like, "Damn
That nigga Wav' did son sloppy"
So when y'all see Wess
(west) Crip it ain't niggas
Bein' out Geechi Gotti that's round two
Y'all know I came to chalk him out
I look him dead in his face and ask him
"Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"

I said ya career need a redo
Fuck it that's what we all sayin'
Wav' gon' have to start over if
I give him a bald head
These tre's sound debatable, I gotta blast it
Fire rounds from both sides, we got a classic
If he sees me pissed, you die a real
(diarrhea) death if you mention me
What brought him to his death? A K did
Are you shittin' me?
If he do say he lick a shot with the fifth
Y'all think a nigga gettin' crazy
That bar usin' too much chaser
Ain't nobody feelin' Wavy
His girl told me, beat on her
I was gonna scare him and
Put him to sleep next
But she told me, "back him down", and
Now I gotta draw for the victim
That's a police sketch scope on the gun
Give him a head start then I'm airin' this
I'm good with the range
(derange) people I'm a therapist
He slow down
A round open him up if I see him slippin'
Boom! Now a hole in the kid from
The pop like his BM trippin'
We shoot first, no questions later
Expect nothin' but death from us two 40's
Fuckin' these niggas up like the
Endin' of Step Brothers
This match was a setup
From the very beginning
We was plannin' on his death soon as
P said that he wit' it
My mans rock him, then the Louieville
Get him a dentist
After the punch he gon' turn into
The Bat next like Terry McGinnis
My shooter a bitch, I give her the final cut
And she grabbin' the TECs she by the do' B
(adobe) , and he motion five then brain
Damage the after effects

I kill him, then I cover my tracks, simple
Nothing drastic, where I'ma hide
The body? Nypho, the fuckin' attic
I'll fuck up ya Logic with these Pro Tools
Two to ya spine, or I can chop Wav up myself
And save money on studio time
I catch him in Coney Island
I can hit him from the pier
If he don't move soon
Life's a beach, the tides change
I pull on Wav' (wave) like full moon
On Born Legacy he was killin' the crowd
They hate ya rounds
Versus Bill listenin' to Wav'
(wave) put them to sleep like nature sounds
And then Hitman was on SM7
I doubt that'll be his last one
And if they ever lock us in, Smack
Make sure they don't gas son matter of fact
Let me get back to this trash bum
(Yo Jerry let us jump in)
Nah, y'all almost fucked up my last one
The fans been tellin' me, tone it
Down, not all round Jerry
Don't lose ya step cause this The Strike
So the next nigga to jump in
Better be my union rep'
These niggas always talkin' stats and
How their career's a W
Well whoever talkin' how many
Wins they put up, bitches WCW
Speakin' of bitches
My bottom bitch wouldn't let you hit
You don't get it fam'? She
Wouldn't ride the Wav'
(wave) if she was your biggest fan
He talkin' flagrant? Violation, these caps
Will ops y'all out, do me foul
Shoot the tre'
Get Waved off like the shot don't count
Y'all said he could go bar for bar?
Y'all did not do me justice
These rounds, dragon blows
I put a lot into these punches
I'ma kill you and do time, nigga
No I'm kill you in due time, nigga
That's time nigga

I was on vacationeatin' good y'all
No fast food
With a bad bitch real classy, fat ass too
They think cause you humble and clean don't
Mean that I won't spaz too
They take my kindness for weakness and
Y'all done sparked the last feud
That got me feelin' like Ghost
Which is bad news
See I can be a gangsta and a gentleman
But, I also know how to get rid
Of a body when I have to
Yo Wess, let me ask you
In your battle with Green, fuck you mean
You came back before Prep and Wavy?
That right there just let me know
That you a sucka nigga
Tryin' to get cool points
What's up wit' niggas?
See the difference between me and
You is when you official you don't need no
Validation from other niggas
And I ain't know watchin' my
Moves was your thing?
You said it like you was
Pursuing to be the king
Yeah, Jerry the king Lawler
He just known for talkin' about what
Other niggas doin' in the ring
I come back to my home league on my own speed
Just keep my name out ya mouth
Like you some fuckin' broad
What you fuckin' scared?
Or the clip I got longer than
My return to We Go Hard
Y'all want bars? Well peep the signs
Cause he cancer to what the block need
You probably an informant
He'll do anything to get the pie C's (Pisces)
Actin' like you always on go
You ain't got a season pass
If you don't leave bruh
(Libra) , I swear this an easy bag tore us
(Taurus) if he want

I'll let the heater blast fuck a style
Right in the street is where I leave yo
(Leo) ass i cap a corny
(Capricorn) nigga, you know it's do or die
I'm a star, you peep the swag
You see the gem in I (Gemini)
If I ride, it's a homicide
Fuck was Beasley on
Knowin' I will walk on Wess
(West) like I got Yeezy's on
Yo, you wanted Wav'? Nah, now you waved
This shit'll amaze
I'll black out with the punches
Like the demon Rage
Infrared, shine a light on the
Artist like the VMA's
Jerry Wess get a 44 that's Beanie Sigel age
You wanted Wav'? Y'all fool me, y'all Looney
Cause when he rap, his bars, cartoony
Like it or not
You gon' flop and that's where y'all fool me
It's like I'm defendin' Jerry Wess
(West) shot
I put an arm in his face Bob Cousy
This is a small vet', y'all pet
This is what my comp' is, I
Turn him into a compass, i'm takin' all bets
I just came from down south, but
I be goin' up north
I'll leave this kid stretched
Big TEC, pull up, on his
East side, hit his abs, leave his mid west
You wasn't even who I request
Don't get gas cause you ass
And you really not poppin'
You like VIM sweats
But let me stick to the point like an index
Fuck a classic I'd rather stick to a body
That's a Simtec gem star, 'cross his face
Leave his skin exposed like fish nets
Fuck a classic, I'm tryin' to
Stick to another body, that's a Simtec
I hate niggas and you the nigga
I'm 'bout to lynch next
Spied on him, I see a spot over his head
I'm tryin to bench press
It's never no lazy rounds all
On some Wavy shit but, I wouldn't be me if I
Wasn't on some Mr wavy shit
Like, you got some suckers witchu
If they runnin' witchu I come and get you
Hold it downi'm fuckin' witchu
He thought I was havin' mic problems he
Should've been worried about another issue
If shit lit, like a gas stove

Look I don't need the Mag' bro
I'll walk up, hit him with a jab slow
He swing
I'll weave and hit him with another jab low
I could've just left him alonei'm an asshole
I keep punchin' him in (Like what?)
Like the Wi-Fi to the passcode
This what he asked fo', rags to riches
Oh you got Biggie talent
I catch Wess in the city wildin'
Hop out the whip, it's the Shiggy Challenge
I'm movin' silent, thinkin' violent
I'm tryin' clip, 9 grip
Suppress these shots, i ain't tryin' miss
Leg shot, he hit the ground
I walk up get his spine hit
Then I keep throwin' bullets at Jerry
Like Steve Young in '9-6
I tried to tell you but you no listen
Thought he was fuckin' wit' Mr wavy
You trippin'
You goin' back to We Go Hard as a victim
Everybody else go on strike but
You? You no listen that's round three
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

Before I start
Somebody tell the other Da Don
I'm from the future
I already passed his grave
His fate? Kennedy death cause y'all
Can die right after Wav'
But this nigga too good for We Go Hard
Knowin' Ciddy the one that stamped this nigga
Hit the main stage and got Hollywood
Now Ciddy (city) beneath Wav' (wave)
Like Atlantis nigga
I done swam in those waters
Thinkin' you gon' black man tough-
I'll stop ya plan
I communicate with the sharks
Now watch me talk to Wav'
(wave) life I'm Aquaman
How B-Magic say? Sex on the bitch
You get laid in dirt
Well now I'm the Avatar
It'll be fire when Wav' (wave) get Earth
I'll catch him in ATL
I'll swing a blade fast and catch food when I
Wav' in ten like John
Dropped him from Bullpen
His shorty start actin' different
Just know she out cheatin' she wit' me
What he think she doin'? I doubt sleepin'
A nigga tried callin' her phone
Hopin' she ain't out creepin'
And Wav' get no response likethat's a
Hollow you can brag about beatin'
He lookin' at me like, "He not nice"
Lookin' at Smack like
"I should've went on strike"

See you was the man with the zombie shit
Put on a show, you beat Twork, nobody cared
You still an unknown
I could've made him a fatality
But the Chef took all of his soul
His career wobbly
Why finish him? He gon' fall on his own
I catch him at a yacht party
Tryin' to flash money with his besty
For showboatin' I'm movin' fast on Wav'
(wave) like a jet ski
Nigga, my bitch will stab and shoot you
Looks deceiving
He won't even think, "danger"
She nice with the dagger and
Fuck with the Tommy, she the Pink Ranger
If I get to swingin'
He gon' be the first nappin'
Hit a Roc (k) mad loud like Surf rappin'
"Yo Roc!" tell Rum, the Gem cross his face
I'll cut it close and get the strap
The case solid on Nitty
They gon' have to sew and stitch him back
Nothin' personal, I thought that was dumb hot
Plus they ran outta Henny
I had to take a Rum shot
Wait, how you gon' player from cuttin'
You? I will not stop it
I will dump the Swizz Miss
In his mug hot chocolate
Wait, ya sis' a fuck a hoe, I love it
(What that mean?) alana shit
You gon' see Wess (West) with the Lil' Pump
Right behind the bitch
Versus Twork he told that nigga he was
Gonna hit him with his "nigga 9"
Then go show off at the end of
The battle like the nigga tried him
That was me? All y'all would've
Heard is a nigga died
Can't trust nobody in ya circle
I get hit wit' your nigga 9
See this nigga know

If I would've take the snake road
Then I would've been on
But these rounds I put together golden
So his death is what I wish for
Tell ya BM cut the bull, ma
(Bulma) , pop the trunks or get wigged off
I'll lay her down, big blade
Draggin' (dragon) over ya Earth like Shenron
I been beatin' these niggas
With my eyes closed, i'm on a rare level
To the point
I can't even see who I'm fightin' Daredevil
Every battle in 2018
Y'all know I came to chalk him out
But why nobody ask Wavy
"Fuck is he talkin' 'bout?" brooklyn