Waffle feat. Pricemusick
[Intro]
Price: Ight lemme call this guy
Ay yo Vasko, so you gonna do your verse?
Vasko: Shut up

[Verse 1: VASKO]
You're only chatting waffle
Its cap like tip of fanta bottles
When I spit, you freeze like terracotta models
Not a fan of you lot, be rapping facts till I drop, I’m boutta be popping off like rockets
Big up Elon Musk
Two pound t and still got triple the drip you cop, when it comes to thinking of bars, I can never stop
Cook up bars like Walter White did with chemistry
Creating pure bars like their methamphetamine
Rappers say to get on their level so I gotta skydive
Spit a 16 swiftly then I dip likе a drive by
Supply rhymes
The bars you writе aren’t from your heart, they’re from a ghost writers mind, oh my
Your pen game was on point but you pushed too hard and you snapped it
Grab any wave you see but in the end you ain’t lasting
You’ve starved yourself of bars completely like you were fasting
I been mastering the game while you don’t think while you're crafting
Me and P are ripping beats
When we’re on the scene, even on studio v’s, in the background there's some people screaming
You don't leave MCs cheeks blue like peaks of buildings, santorini
If you speak about your bars then I’m just leaving
Anything you think of doing, me and my crews done
Rappers get left behind while I am on trains to Busan, uh
Your brain dead like a zombie
These rappers could never compete
Every bar I spit solid like concrete
[Skit]
Vasko: Ight so how was my verse man? Was it good?
Price: Nah man can't lie
This is literally my worst song now
Just because you're on it like

[Verse 2: Pricemusick]
I could spit better in a freestyle than you could in your albums writtens
You being better than me is what the outcome isn’t
No one rates you, you're the only one who thinks that you're actually spitting
Yeah man you should listen
To what I'm saying when I'm rapping cus I'll show you how to body a beat
When you spit it sounds like you can't even properly speak
Acting like you're on top on the scene
But really, you're nothing special, you ain't C O L D
You're just the L
Nobody wants your CD just keep it
I won't ever see defeat, you're reaching
If you say that I will
You don't got any drive but I'm taking the wheel
You act woke but never talk about anything real
You get schooled like you were a fish if you tell me to chill
You don't got any skill, look
You say you got bars, yeah you do but they all suck
Like I'm a run on sentence you know I won't stop
Until I can't spit and I can no longer manage
None of your songs bang like they're just waiting for marriage
When I write it's fire like my pen is volcanic
You know I leave all these older rappers embarrassed
It’s apparent your favourite rapper’s a loser
Unless you're counting for videos
He ain't got any shooters, nah
My flow filthy like a sewer
Soon I’ll be at the top
You lot are falling off, yeah you best prepare for the drop
Safe