I got the nine cocked if I see you in public it's on, believe me
Packing bullets that'll easily 'break Wand in Chamber' like Ronald Weasley
Always close to success but folds under pressure, y'all catch his pitiful match with Dave?
Once my ratchet spray he better pray he's half as good at dodging bullets as he is accolades
Your punchlines are nickel-and-dime shit, whose playoff runs y'all think this boy thwarted?
Skill wise you 'a quarter of Cash' you're only here because of the coin shortage
Nobody wakes up in the morning thinking that they'll get shot today
But once that gat pop it'll 'leave Wander off'd' like it grew legs n fuckin walked away
You're in such a rush to lose this battle, man I'll give em mad props
Ain't seen some1 'drop to waist, and rush a Verse' like that since ya bitch was tryna get my pants off
I seen your pic, proportions are JOKES how the fuck you hold up that head?
Wand's got such a pencil neck it's poetic justice once I'm at his throat with the led
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