On a Wave/Packed Lunch
Ayo, my mic stand is leaning like shit but I don't give a fuck let's go...
Ah!
There's a couple niggas prayin' my winnin' will stop
I ain't got time to engage with finicky mobs
No long talk, hold tongue, your chin will get rocked
Me, I make your girl disappear, that's bippity-bop
Long dick, she plays lickity split, lickity on
No manners, foul mouth, darg, I want all the smoke
Rule break, make plays, the one you can call the coach
I never let my gloves down when I saw the ropes
Eye on the prize, never swayed, never stalled the goal
I'm on a wave, on a, uh, woo, I'm on a wave on a,
uh, woo,
I'm on a wave, on a
I told Ruchea all you have to do is press play
None of these niggas could ever touch me on their best day
If I send shots, there'll be wounds, there'll be chest pains
Put them in a box, send them left ways
I stay steppin' over squares, this a chess game
This is the blood-clart anthem, stick up, it's a ransom,
bumba-clart champion
Glow in the dark, man, a lantern
Send their location, burn 'em all, I'm on Santan-Dave
Energy change, took a shift when I walked in the door
Put a bold line through the tally, you chalk up the score
No remorse, no expression on my face
I run this here, double bows in my lace
I'm on a wave, on a, uh, woo,
I'm on a wave, on a, uh, woo,
I'm on a wave, on a
You niggas talking takeover with snippets, I'm not convinced
All these niggas releasing garbage, I'm just on top bins
When I'm standing in the booth, all you're hearing is Glock clicks
Lights out for them and over there, hit the off switch
Kick back on this shooter, gives me locked wrist
Plot twist, 'Talk Like That, I haven't dropped since
I reap what I sow when I cross-stitch
Both legs behind her head,
call it chopsticks
I like a fly, mamacita with the soft lips
Boy, I'm about the scuffle, I've got brass-knucks
You man are lacklustre, could never catch up
I'm going all around the world on you daft punks
Eat peers, leave them in a box, that's a packed lunch
Packed lunch.
Feeling like I done it on my own Friends went Casper
Turned all into ghosts
Glass house shatter from the impact of the stone
Gold crown tilts and I'm sitting on a throne now
Off with their head, paying too much mind
Ends up running up a debt
Rather write a sentence and then sentence them to death
Everything happens for a reason, word to Deb
Word to Deb, running up a debt
This is lit, everything went left
All the fuckery, I'm so unfazed
That I draw for the blade
and I just begin to Chef
Ah!
There's a couple niggas prayin' my winnin' will stop
I ain't got time to engage with finicky mobs
No long talk, hold tongue, your chin will get rocked
Me, I make your girl disappear, that's bippity-bop
Long dick, she plays lickity split, lickity on
No manners, foul mouth, darg, I want all the smoke
Rule break, make plays, the one you can call the coach
I never let my gloves down when I saw the ropes
Eye on the prize, never swayed, never stalled the goal
I'm on a wave, on a, uh, woo, I'm on a wave on a,
uh, woo,
I'm on a wave, on a
I told Ruchea all you have to do is press play
None of these niggas could ever touch me on their best day
If I send shots, there'll be wounds, there'll be chest pains
Put them in a box, send them left ways
I stay steppin' over squares, this a chess game
This is the blood-clart anthem, stick up, it's a ransom,
bumba-clart champion
Glow in the dark, man, a lantern
Send their location, burn 'em all, I'm on Santan-Dave
Energy change, took a shift when I walked in the door
Put a bold line through the tally, you chalk up the score
No remorse, no expression on my face
I run this here, double bows in my lace
I'm on a wave, on a, uh, woo,
I'm on a wave, on a, uh, woo,
I'm on a wave, on a
You niggas talking takeover with snippets, I'm not convinced
All these niggas releasing garbage, I'm just on top bins
When I'm standing in the booth, all you're hearing is Glock clicks
Lights out for them and over there, hit the off switch
Kick back on this shooter, gives me locked wrist
Plot twist, 'Talk Like That, I haven't dropped since
I reap what I sow when I cross-stitch
Both legs behind her head,
call it chopsticks
I like a fly, mamacita with the soft lips
Boy, I'm about the scuffle, I've got brass-knucks
You man are lacklustre, could never catch up
I'm going all around the world on you daft punks
Eat peers, leave them in a box, that's a packed lunch
Packed lunch.
Feeling like I done it on my own Friends went Casper
Turned all into ghosts
Glass house shatter from the impact of the stone
Gold crown tilts and I'm sitting on a throne now
Off with their head, paying too much mind
Ends up running up a debt
Rather write a sentence and then sentence them to death
Everything happens for a reason, word to Deb
Word to Deb, running up a debt
This is lit, everything went left
All the fuckery, I'm so unfazed
That I draw for the blade
and I just begin to Chef
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Writer(s): Dario Neddz
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