warsemi – 6. ripple effect lyrics
[intro]
(chrxme)
[verse]
he wanna talk down, we teach him a lesson
oota named smith and he stay with that wesson
choppa so raw, sh+t don’t got compression
that boy a b+tch, i can see his expression
after i f+ck, i dip, no texting
she with semi, she don’t ask no questions
i’m with my oota, he stay with them weapons
upping the score, we applying oppression
he think that i am a bluff, like, where is you at?
hop out the car, picking targets, who that?
this sh+t no ovo, but its over yo, yeah, i stay with that drac’ in my lap
crack his tomato and watch it go splat
he tried to run up now that boy been marked like a tat
he in the air, no bat
oota gon’ do you, he stay with that gat
he not my dog but he up in the air likе he pluto
chop gon’ fill that boy like sumo
that boy been missing, we don’t got a cluе though
mystical plug, that boy name muudo
that boy gon’ diss, like, what you tryna do though?
stay with the paper in hand so i keep losing uno
stay with the paper in hand so i’m winning monopoly
stay on my guard ’cause these lil n+ggas toppling
they gon’ say semi a living atrocity
choppa gon have that boy slow, velocity
choppa gon’ have that boy falling and fumbling
call up my oota, that boy really murdering
oota on go, so like, why would i wreck?
oota gon shoot at you and you and you and you and you and you like a ripple effect
baby stop talking and please give me neck
counting these hunnids and fifties like+ (yeah!)
laced that lil boy now he see psychadelic
aoir so rare, they call that boy a relic
all ’bout my green, yeah, i’m all ’bout my relish
f+ck that lil b+tch and then post it on reddit
that boy was dissin’, now he need a medic
stay with a choppa ’cause i am not rocky
stay with a stick like its m’f+cking pocky
pull out the choppa and m’f+cking shock him
that n+gga ducking, we not shadow boxing
bro off a perc, he gon’ move like a zombie
that n+gga really my clone, that boy stalking
i need my money asap, and i’m not talking rocky
they know what i did, like, i said what i said
and that f+ck n+gga dissing, that lil n+gga dead
that ho keep texting me, i put that lil b+tch on read
that n+gga vlad, like, he work for the feds
sleep with a choppa, get shot in your bed
he not gang affiliated but that boy leaking red
that n+gga missing, he left in a shed
jugg that lil boy, like, lil n+gga you led
treat him like a pencil, fill him with lead
i got a wimpy plug named greg
oota off shrooms, 1+up
throw him the lob, tell him, “go for a dunk”
look at the score f+ck n+gga, we up
he tried to diss, now he ran out of luck
f+ck n+gga p+ssy, he start throwing subs
and it’s me over everything, can’t show no love, gang
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