Savya Worldwide - D.S.R. Challenge

Hold up, hold up, whoa
Whoa, hold up
Hold up, whoa
Whoa, hold up

On the mic, 'bout to act a ass
Watch the moves, they rehearse the swag
Fucked her good, I might be the dad
Had her in the Honda, she was acting bad
Swear to God, swooped her in my Ford
But like I say, we was in the Accord
Let her see the sword but I can't afford it
When I'm with my broad, you already know it
Fuck rap, I'm a trapper's poet
Shoot him in the back if he act heroic
D-S-R, I ain't got to quote it
I shout 'em out cause the flow's stolen
Heckler Koch, when I bend the corner
Keep your cards closer
Before I fold you over
If you play the joker
I'm gon' raise the poker
Might rob your plug, raise the price of yola
In a black hoodie with Tee Boogie
Might watch the game with Fat Zane
Private planes, never took a train
But I'm underground and I love it mane
Change the flow and I change the slang
I love the dough and they love the fame
I'm Biggie Smalls, you what's his name
With such and such, with the fake chains
With real groupies, playing Mr. Pookie
Cause I'm a crook for life, with a vegan smoothie
Got an OnlyFans but never watched a movie
I beat the pussy, bitch tried sue me
Rest In Peace to Kobe, never fucked a Julie
Even if I did, swear she gave it to me
Gave me brain, almost gave me tumors
She a good girl, y'all just spreading rumors
I'm a big homie, don't do nothing stupid
Like Mr. Clark with them crazy students
I'm Morgan Freeman, you Jim Moody
Ask how high, then I'm smoking Cooley
Out-snacking Scooby, you saving doobies
I'm smoking purple, we call it Boosie
Ain't got a fade, I rock the braids
November here, I forgot to shave
In the booth, they say Bey behave
Cause I wreck shop, till the grave
Red Summer, do it for the slaves
No justice, no peace gets made
I'm a young star and I'm gripping grain
Flow greater than the middle plains
Kirko when my trunk bangs
Top drop like Fat Pat beating swang
Cut him off in that turning lane, he frustrated having road rage
Clear view in my rearview
And my screens fall like tears do
We celebrate like cheers too
New Years too
Had a beer too
Overdrive, I'm geared to
I take a break, let you steer too
But you switch it up like queers do
And I drop a hit, you a deer fool
On the wax, spitting earfuls
Giving game and my peers tools
Album dropped and they cleared schools
They thought I stopped, then I opened shop
Put the city on five thousand watts
Niggas thought I got it screwed and chopped
Stolen pistol with a red dot
They closed spots, when we got 'em hot
Showing out in that David L., with them Moss hands if they acting out
Did a show and we packed it out
Hoodrats was out
And they racks was out
They on my dick like the sack was out
Last track was out
Was like crack was out
And I'm on your block when you're backing out
And I'm still here when you pulling up
The reason I know you ain't selling hoes, cause your hating ass can't pull enough

Bey, Bey
Bey Bey
Hold up, whoa, whoa
Hold Up, whoa

Written by:
Melvyn Felton II

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