Wordplay Tre - Joey Chestnut (Conflick) [feat. BDG Sly]

Wordplay Mowgli nigga
I was raised different
I’m too focused
I ain’t blinking
I ain’t lane switchin
I’m just waiting on my time like a place kicker
Joey Chestnut
I’mma breadwinner
Bitch I’m lit I kill the beat like John Wick
I checked every box, I was handpicked
She blowin up my phone... I gave her bomb dick
Don’t post no pic with me that’s a conflick

Rip to 8 yeah, they know I’m elite
Underrated Van Vleet
Her man cannot stand me
Wordplay ain’t playing with em like I’m on a bye week
I’m poppin like an ollie cause I’m always grinding
I had my eye on her
We became friends
She saw the drip, she gave in
Became one, became twins
We fell in love, but love ends
We tore apart, dead skin
She turned on me, dead end
Now my eyes on the bucks
Like I’m Troy smith or Ted Ginn
I smoking grade A his work is incomplete
She got no Instagram, she take them pics just for me
I gotta em salty, I call shots like Victors Sweets
Double F u the hate is not ofFENDIng me
He is not as fly as me
She love my swagger, I shot my shot like Bobby Lee
I’m the truth just like my mama
Yeah, I got it honestly
This Niggas all duplicates I’m tired of the mockery
I see a lot of copycats but you can see the dog in me
My pockets are incredible, that green is really stuck to me
Bro carry like a tailback but he is not a licensee
I got his woman wonderin
If she get can get with Wordplay
Checks like a survey
Bout the Green like a fairway
Wordplay Mowgli nigga
I was raised different
I’m too focused
I ain’t blinking
I ain’t lane switchin
I’m just waiting on my time like a place kicker
Joey Chestnut
I’mma breadwinner
Bitch I’m lit I kill the beat like John Wick
I checked every box, I was handpicked
She blowin up my phone... I gave her bomb dick
Don’t post no pic with me that’s a conflick
In life you make mistake ain’t much I would’ve undid
But I regret taking his hoe I’m done responding
My niggas felons we took a pick that’s a con flick
And I was raised different I’m my moms favorite kid
Contrary to popular belief I don’t listen to what they say
And I don’t live my life to make my ex feel a type of way
P Diddy brain with Biggie talents I just needed faith
I count a hundred, spend a hundred that’s my type of day
They fuck with me cause I got wordplay just like Tre
Don’t fuck with me shooters in Atlanta nigga just like Trae
I need to go but she begging Sly you gotta stay
Just hold it down til I come back and you’ll be ok
You’ll be ok
Just hold it down til I come back and you’ll be ok

Written by:
Daren Osby, Tre Moody

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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