[Lyric] Freestyle 1 (Waz)

(Verse 1:)

(Bow, bow)

(Me writing this song making a mad ting, when I walk in a room I shine with no bling)

(I shine, I shine, I shine)

(Yo it’s Waz)

Lemme strap in, so I’m locked in
The clip in my dot-dot that I'm firin (Bow, bow)
You know we don’t do no baby stuff, shank, skeng, Rambo, only shit that’s violent
Lurking, lurking we silent
In the booth with my boys trapping n rhyming, time starts flying, so get shit priming, a lot of tings may be happening
Change the subject? (Summer summer)
This girl’s a bummer, you know imma dump her (Pop, pop, pop)
Once I see a leng ting I become a lover (Love, love)
I catch feelings fast I’m like a thunder
It’s hot girl summer, put the ugly bitches under a covеr
U mess with one of us we makе you suffer
Fuck a sket, I keep a brother (My brudda)
(Verse 2:)

Bitches would do anything for the guap
Me n my guys grind and we don’t stop
Rapping, Business, anything we don’t flop
We would never flop, till we get to the top
We ain’t pussies we don’t call no fed
You get in our way, you turn my Rambo red (Pop, pop)
Wakey, wakey in a hospital bed
That’s where you’re born, and that’s where you’re dead
(You know who I am, I’m fucking Waz!)
Me writing this song, making a mad ting
When I walk in a room, I shine with no bling
(I shine, I shine, I shine)
Me writing this song, making a mad ting
When I walk in a room, I shine with no bling

(Verse 3:)

I’m loco loco, with a strap in my back, shoot at ur bredrins, hurt them poco (Grr, grr)
One-shot, 12 gauge, it don’t matter the age, won’t flip the page, I’ll make sure u blow (Baw, baw, baw, baw)
Load the .44 crash corn, confetti
Get set, get ready, my Glock is steady
Bare tings call me a player
Mad ting I’m a pussy slayer
I might talk to a girl for 14 days, but after that, that’s the end of the trial (That’s the end)
I’m better than that (censored) bitch cuz I got better style and smile (Pshh)
I ain’t done nothing wrong check my file
But anyone come for me, I’ll get out the rifle
Who’s bad? I’m bad, like Jackson Michael
R.I.P M.J he was my idol
(Verse 4:)

You know we don’t take no baby steps
Man lept on deck, when you lot slept (You lot slept)
When you lot slept, take away my dreams I’ll aim and press
Bro bro don’t need no beef I do tings brief don’t make no scene (No, no)
Less talk more swing that time of the month I’ll make man bleed (Bleed)
No effort, no struggle I spit in the booth I got potential (I’ve got it)
In the ends I take those risks that no one takes make no mistake (I don’t)
In the end I take your bitch don’t give no hate, appreciate (Haha)
When I send for man, I chase him down, and make man drown I’m never late (Baw, baw, baw, baw)

(Verse 5:)

Pop the bottle I like that pagne that sweet that nice flavor insane (Pop, pop)
I-bun-dat-ting all night all day I get bare frazzed okay okay (Okay)
I tell her you’re my first but I second guess, I need my 3rd and 4th hop on my stick and give it a lick, tell me you’re done imma ask for more
Snitches get stitches bare bitches want all my riches (They want it)
Been burning bridges with witches called them my misses (Hah)
Gave them kisses and inches they gave me hisses fucking snakes (Hah)
I take the piss and french kiss her and leave her missing

(Grr, Grr)

(Yo it’s Waz)