SMS (Feat. FLY OFFLINE x Riah)

WAVIIJAYK ( WaviiJay Disstrack)

dinkleberg.exe ( WAVIIJAYK Part 2 )

Lyrics:

Offline pack, where you get that? 

You come across this court boy it’s a mismatch

Better call the dispatch

WaviiK, I’ll take his knickknacks 

You won’t get your lick back

Lost his gun, won’t get your blick back

Tried to speed right past the nigga he slow like a turtle 

Lil stupid nigga, better go call Steve Urkle

I been smoking big gas pack, nigga smoking on straight purple

Ran around his block I’m doing real circles 

Man, he doing down, aye!

He is not my team

Roll a back I’m smoking on his beam

Diamonds on my neck, they so cold call it ice cream 

I seem ‘em at the stop light, I said bro hit the high beams 

Bridge:

Nigga, this a diss or is this a hit?

Nigga talking shit, I told that boy submit

V:

Really flexing, feeling like a Rockefeller 

Boy, you talked your shit but I can talk it better

Boy you talking shit? Boy you off your rocker

I’m a fairy odd parent, boy you Mr. Crocker

Boy I’m in and out your life like I’m a parent playing helicopter 

This nigga mumbling on the mic, he barely talking boy he’s hella awkward

It’s a little bitch among us, who is the imposter?

Gotta couple shots for ‘em, I’m a real doctor

I can make a diss and this shit sounds like a hit man

Why the fuck I’m rapping back and forth with a stick man

Man, he Flat Stanley 

Gave that boy gift, that shits for Christmas, gave ‘em Maxipads and fat panties

And that nigga, he don’t want to fight or get it on the mic, I

Did a nigga so quick, did ‘em like I’m Mike Tike

I, might just hit a nigga quick, did it like I’m fight night

Then I put that boy to sleep, that nigga going night night

mismatch ( WAVIIJAYK PART 3 )

Don’t Lose Control

Away From You

Empty Place (prod. greyskies)

bridge: 

I was 16

I was young just trying to make it on that big screen

How a nigga finna make it out the bottom of that pit

I looked around and all the odds were stacked against me

The world tried turning all my niggas into mincemeat

I’ll put that burner on them niggas, please don’t temp me

Yeah, I was young and I was riding ‘round Tacoma with my blick

100 rounds up in that bitch just like a century

(Like a century)
(FA-FA-FA)


hook: 

I was 16

I was young just trying to make it on that big screen

How a nigga finna make it out the bottom of that pit

I looked around and all the odds were stacked against me

The world tried turning all my niggas into mincemeat

I’ll put that burner on them niggas, please don’t temp me

Yeah, I was young and I was riding ‘round Tacoma with my blick

100 rounds up in that bitch just like a century

verse:

I just put my pain up in a blunt and watched it blast away

They say they love me but they treat me like a castaway

And I ain’t been the same ever since my brother passed away

Just speaking out my brain, got some questions baby ask away

You can find me all up on my lone, you looking thataway 

I’m not around them boys don’t love me, I’m around they call me magistrate

I need a minute, just a second to recalibrate 

I seen the vision now it’s hard for me to look away

I don’t know when I lost control

but I can feel your loving to the bottom of my soul

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do

( Dealing with that love emotion x4 )

*EDM DROP*

hook:

I was 16

I was young just trying to make it on that big screen

How a nigga finna make it out the bottom of that pit

I looked around and all the odds were stacked against me

The world tried turning all my niggas into mincemeat

I’ll put that burner on them niggas, please don’t temp me

Yeah, I was young and I was riding ‘round Tacoma with my blick

100 rounds up in that bitch just like a century

MALKIEM!

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