Wavy Crockett

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RXKNephew - Rap

Wavy Crockett

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[Intro: RXKNephew & DJ Smokey] It been so many years that you been gone I do 'em right, but they say that I do 'em wrong Pull up in that Vette, they like "Nephew, you dead wrong" Got your hand out, what type of shit is you on? (Holy shit!) [Verse: RXKNephew, Bamboon and DJ Smokey] Frames on my face like usual She like, "Neph, I ain't ask for shit, how I'm usin' you?" Got up off the drank, stomach feelin' unusual Don't tell me that you trappin, nigga, that's what you post to do Bowls got the smell in here, Ziploc everywhere I get caught, girl, I'm gone for 'bout 20 Februarys Where's my scale at? You know what I'm back on Don't look through my phone, girl, you know that I trap on it (Yo, Neph, talk to 'em!) I take that [?], put my back on it Marble table in the room, cuttin' up glass on it I'm tryna fuck, she like "Neph, you movin' too fast for me" I'm always on the road, girl, you know I like fast money I did what I did, why they still speakin' bad on me? I gave out deals, why they tryna take it back from me? You tryna play Neph, [?] think I ain't know point? I pull up in mink, they like "Nephew, you on point" (Fresh off the street!) I'mma blow it, we ain't promised til tomorrow I told my daughter that you know that daddy got her I told that broke-ass nigga I ain't your father I told that broke-ass bitch that I ain't got it Been a block drunk, dealin' with my problems It been a long time, I gotta call my mama He fightin' pain, that nigga dealin' with his karma He got [?] in this bitch like he a farmer Them niggas still there, he got around it That nigga ten toes, his shit grounded That work A-one, they like "how you found it?" They think I'm old, what? Listen how they soundin' He ain't stand in line, he ain't want no welfare Bean and some Henny, that right there my healthcare Bitch don't like my bop, take your ass elsewhere (Nukeaholic Mixtapes!) [Outro: RXKNephew and DJ Smokey] I do 'em right, but they say that I do 'em wrong Got your hand out, what type of shit is you on? You know what happens after a nuke: smoke! DJ Smokey, triple six, bitch!

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  • RXKNephew