Letra de WIGGIDY WHACK - Tierra Whack

Con— Conductor

Conductor, we have a p—

Say my name with enthusiasm

I got kids, though I refuse to have 'em

I stopped flexing to reduce the spasms, bigger than you imagined

Going tit-for-tat, I bet I booby trap 'em, mhm

Life's a game that must be played

The elevator was crowded, so my success delayed

No excuses, the stairs were much funner

We are not the same, I'm super, you supper

The difference is the spelling, the eyes are very telling

What's a misdemeanor to a goddamn felon?

You favorite sold out, so of course they're best selling

I'm talking, not yelling, I'm writing, not prepping the author

Uh, what y'all forgot? Uh

Cruella de Vil 'cause I'm coming for my spot, dog

You whack without H, so that means you a knock off

I'm bolder, which implies I gotta get my rocks off

Rehearsal? I'm liable to hearse you

Hurt you, you'll be running back, huh, Herschel

Earth you, got a bag to claim, ah, Herschel

I'ma throw a party for ya, I'm the one that birthed you

I suggest that you walk away like commercials on

For I put my prints on you like I got purple on

You ain't got bars? Double check, see if ya service on

I be getting bored with this shit, that's why you heard me yawn

You say I wronged you, well, please help me discover how

Claiming you don't feel heard, you such a troubled child

You such a cow, herd, ya daddy must be proud

Getting chicken, finger-licking, this Kentucky style

Yeah, really think I'm addicted to winning

I'm the topic of the discussion like an intervention

I seek respect and never not attention

Waiting on ya big break, you need a intermission, yeah

I see you ride waves, that's why you always fishing

I get ya Minnesota 'cause y'all in mint condition

Thirsty for approval, most searched on Google

They don't mention what I've done, let's talk about what I do-do

When I draw, I doodle, you ain't shit, you doo-doo

I'm in London like new-new, ain't talkin' 'bout no voodoo

I get ya number dialed

It's apparent just like Eric and his brother, Lyle

Heard ya check bounced like this session file

Get my reps in, let my blessings pile

Seems like everybody in my past wants to reconcile

To each is own, I feed my own, they won't leave me lone

'Cause they need a loan, I'm Nia Long, you Columbus Short

Jumping off the porch, they hold a grudge 'cause I hold the torch

Get you smoke like ports, I be in and out the ports

To me, rapping is a sport, of course, a meal, that's full course

Sure to leave you scorched, you pursue, I see yo' ass in court

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