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Where's Waldo, Pt. 2
15,034
Hip-Hop/Rap
Where's Waldo, Pt. 2 was released on December 3, 2020 by BANK'D UP ENTERTAINMENT as a part of the album No Sacrifice No Reward
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Release DateDecember 3, 2020
LabelBANK'D UP ENTERTAINMENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
C.M.L.
C.M.L.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Oliver
Donald Oliver
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You stay wit' yo' thumbs down but blood, you never come 'round
You disrespected Jack and got yo' **** all gunned down
We slidin' all day, we ain't waitin' till the sun down
Mozzy, you a bitch, I'm the reason you don't come 'round
And everybody know, we the reason that you hidin' out
I'm really in the trenches, ****, living what you lie about
AR with a drum, all I wanna do is try it out
You sneak dissin' the homies, blood, that's something you could die about
You dick-ride Snubbz but he smoking hard drugs
Got a pipe full of crystal, **** sleeping on the rug
Old dirty ass ****, put this bum in the tub
You can get a dookie bag like E Mozzy at the club
You was laughing at Bris, but now I'm laughing at Squeeze
We the reason that it's candlelights and faces on tees
They couldn't get to you but they knocked over Neem
It's a body on 4th Ave, they taping off the scene
I'm the Sacramento king, the only killer with the ring
When we catch Celly Ru, we putting his body in a sling
I'm talking walking through the East, ****'s dressed like a fiend
Diamond got his soul snatched for going against the team
You better ask Lil Trev how he got Swiss cheese
I'm from Top 30 Gang, all you see is big threes
My crip **** in the back, throwing big C's
All we do is stretch ****, like big tees
Stacks is a rat, Snubbz is a rat
But you always dropping tracks like you don't fuck with it like that
You put 'em on when they came home, I guess you fuck with 'em like that
I guess they always got your back because you stuck with them like that
Lil Nick just be talking, he ain't never killed a Star
We gon' do Hatti Phay like we gon' do that **** Skar
Talking drop a whole hunnid, crack his head like a jar
Now he forever geeking, 'cause he died in the car
Lil Tim, you a nerd, you ain't never been hard
You can't come to Sacramento, blood, without some bodyguards
Uzzy Marcus you a bitch, change your name to Uzzy Mark
I bet these .556s tear your cranium apart
You ain't got enough heart, you a bitch like 3G
Bum ass **** still shopping out of DD's
Catch you loafing, we gon' make you booboo and peepee
All we do is up the score, **** that's a TD
When we caught you lacking, Tim, you tried to hide behind a bitch
Then you moved to LA, and tried to hide behind the crips
I ain't hide behind shit but this motherfucking stick
All that barking ain't shit to a motherfucking pit
You the fakest **** rapping, on my mama, blood capping
Tell Wack100 to set it up, let's get it bracking
You don't want to take this fade, 'cause you know what's 'bout to happen
I'ma put you on your pockets 'cause you softer than a napkin
And the Mobb don't play, we all MozzyK
Ask MirGang Faze, **** flipped him broad day
We catch that **** Kony, we gon' leave him on his face
Fuck all your dead homies, ****, murder was the case
I ain't never signed a deal, all I do is keep it real
And all you do is lie and get your closest friends killed
We been on your ass, you was never in the field
I'm jumping out this Wraith like I'm worth a 100 mill, ****
Written by: Donald Oliver
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