WAT3RL4VA Blinked Freestyle lyrics
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WAT3RL4VA
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[Intro]
These rhymes? My bars?
Yeah, Uh
[Verse 1]
I just realize, I keep on my levels
My life ain't triple six, Ain’t calling the devil
Till 2021, I be on new levels
Ill explain my words, I keep on my words careful
I dont smoke, I dont drink liquor
Knowing that these rappers do they rhymes, While I'm doing quicker
Now people think they bigger
Pinocchio, My words are like a gun, Clicker
But which rap I'm using, So they think I’m a misser
I dont fuck bitches, Bitch, You think I'm crazy?
Young boy, Right boy? You just rhyme lazy
I could defeat every rapper right now
And tell them, "Your fame is right down"
Sleep, Pick one of the rappers
Me, Them, Or others?
Oh no, You think they are snappers?
Oh shit, You think they are no crackers?
Killin' all these rappers, I dont cheat, I'm no hackers, Bitch
Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, I rap it, Ain't trappin
Half of these people say shit, They dont make hits
When genius, I quit
And you see, In yall I spit
I came in speakin some facts
Its more hard when they came in and say my album trash
When they come in and say "Your rhymes are faster than flash"
They the ones, They stab your back when you see you slash
They the ones who start bringin' a raid into your comments to get a revenge
When I came in the game, They get ass kicked, And also offend
People turn into lyrical to some clowns
While I'm here still trying to get a crown
Bitch, You ain't the god, Bitch, I am the chief
Bitch, I ain’t no Keef, Bitch, You get deceased
Bitch, You ain’t control, Bitch, You get dissed
Bitch, You better think before you do
Bitch, I didn't came back to you
Bitch, You think you gotta do what you gotta do
Just got some fire, Boutta burn your ho
To make them people scream my lyrics
Meanwhile, People askin’
"Where you at? Doing albums still?"
"Where you at? You busy still?"
"Where you at?" If I had a show, You would be a ho
So when you come see my lyrics, You think I'm low
Wild boy, Click your page
All I see is "This profile private"
With a pinned comment saying "I quit, Im cryin"
While I'm here I still seeing TWB saying Its good, But they lyin'
In other words, All you rappers, Your rhyme stank
When you came right to your house, At night, I’m no Frank
But when I do these rhymes, Your mind get blank
Ho, You think you better than Cole, Better than Dot?
Fuck your tweets, You ain't better than Biggie and Pac
R.I.P, This ain't my Aidyn, Ferb and HARSSN type of rap
The game, Let it die, I'm here to take a nap
You can't do it? Well wearing that cap
Shoutout, YDG, M4XX and Xain
Hi, Water is my name, Bye
These rhymes? My bars?
Yeah, Uh
[Verse 1]
I just realize, I keep on my levels
My life ain't triple six, Ain’t calling the devil
Till 2021, I be on new levels
Ill explain my words, I keep on my words careful
I dont smoke, I dont drink liquor
Knowing that these rappers do they rhymes, While I'm doing quicker
Now people think they bigger
Pinocchio, My words are like a gun, Clicker
But which rap I'm using, So they think I’m a misser
I dont fuck bitches, Bitch, You think I'm crazy?
Young boy, Right boy? You just rhyme lazy
I could defeat every rapper right now
And tell them, "Your fame is right down"
Sleep, Pick one of the rappers
Me, Them, Or others?
Oh no, You think they are snappers?
Oh shit, You think they are no crackers?
Killin' all these rappers, I dont cheat, I'm no hackers, Bitch
Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, I rap it, Ain't trappin
Half of these people say shit, They dont make hits
When genius, I quit
And you see, In yall I spit
I came in speakin some facts
Its more hard when they came in and say my album trash
When they come in and say "Your rhymes are faster than flash"
They the ones, They stab your back when you see you slash
They the ones who start bringin' a raid into your comments to get a revenge
When I came in the game, They get ass kicked, And also offend
People turn into lyrical to some clowns
While I'm here still trying to get a crown
Bitch, You ain't the god, Bitch, I am the chief
Bitch, I ain’t no Keef, Bitch, You get deceased
Bitch, You ain’t control, Bitch, You get dissed
Bitch, You better think before you do
Bitch, I didn't came back to you
Bitch, You think you gotta do what you gotta do
Just got some fire, Boutta burn your ho
To make them people scream my lyrics
Meanwhile, People askin’
"Where you at? Doing albums still?"
"Where you at? You busy still?"
"Where you at?" If I had a show, You would be a ho
So when you come see my lyrics, You think I'm low
Wild boy, Click your page
All I see is "This profile private"
With a pinned comment saying "I quit, Im cryin"
While I'm here I still seeing TWB saying Its good, But they lyin'
In other words, All you rappers, Your rhyme stank
When you came right to your house, At night, I’m no Frank
But when I do these rhymes, Your mind get blank
Ho, You think you better than Cole, Better than Dot?
Fuck your tweets, You ain't better than Biggie and Pac
R.I.P, This ain't my Aidyn, Ferb and HARSSN type of rap
The game, Let it die, I'm here to take a nap
You can't do it? Well wearing that cap
Shoutout, YDG, M4XX and Xain
Hi, Water is my name, Bye
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