[Hook: Pharoahe Monch]
Get the fuck up
Simon says, "Get the fuck up"
Throw your hands in the sky (Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all, what's up?
Girls, rub on your titties
Yeah, fuck it, I said it rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst of the calm, the witty
[Verse 1: Lady Luck]
Yo, shut the fuck up
Luck said, "Shut the fuck up"
Bitches in the back like crack, get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked the fuck up
Pull the truck up, Luck, you know the name
Ass out in the bleachers stay shitting on the game
I suppose what you're spitting is flames, cowards
Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the douche powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you get airsick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]
What the fuck's going on here? Just a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him, finish him, roll up
When I'm in a cinematography state of mind
My rap trip, rip, flip, clip, say the rhyme
Shit, I spectacular run, hit spit bitches vernacular
Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son, I'll out-box you
Ladies rub the ta-tas, bras, titties and knockers on the floor
Oww! Fellas, pull your cock out
On the verge to splurge verbs for third-round knock-out
Uh, I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a slave
Separate him from him from his fam
He don't know how to behave now
Drag his ass, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a nigga-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2Pac, seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that? Fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin' Monch, ain't a damn thing changed
[Verse 3: Redman & Pharoahe Monch]
Yo, yo, get the fuck up
Funk Doctor Spock said, "Get the fuck up"
I got a bitch named Nina and I tuck her
I leave a nigga hanging like your mom's muffler
Snuff her, then my boys follow up
Respect like The Fonz, you see the collar up (Ayeeee)
I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up
I kamikaze your town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami, pull over
I bend your pussy like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennessy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push an armored car with Lowenharts
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turning dark off a warning shot
Drive off and pop, six in your hood
Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods
Yeah, yeah, my nigga, one rhyme and you fold over
I'm hot-headed 'cause I walk with cold shoulders
[Hook: Pharoahe Monch & Redman]
Yeah, get the fuck up
Simon says, "Get the fuck up"
Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo)
Jersey in the back, jacking cars, now what's up?
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
That's right, I said it, rub on your titties
Brick City gritty committee pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst of the calm, the witty
[Verse 4: Method Man]
Yo, yo, get the fuck up
Yo, yeah, I said it, "Get the fuck up"
Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up
Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up
You know my name and Pharoahe Monch, why we came, what?
We off the chain, plus we plotting on the game, what?
Know your role, by the way, tuck your gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shooting in the sky trying to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin', they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day old fashion
You're plaid, I'm stripes, together we be clashin'
Here's a Tunnel banger
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap you like the doctor the day your momma birthed you
Just so you can feel me the same way I'ma feel this world when it kill me
Even if time stands still, I'mma still be
Underground and filthy, gotta have our way like the Milky
Innocent until I'm proven guilty
Never got caught in the game of tag
Momma never kept a boyfriend with kids this bad
No justice, raider ruckus
Underground 'til we under ground
But y'all first, motherfuckers
[Verse 5: Shabaam Sahdeeq]
My thugs, throw up your set
And shorties rub on your breasts
Get the fuck up out of that dress, I palm tits
You herbs get flipped like Jeeps on mountain cliffs
I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talon tips
Double-S, double the threat, double your bet
Double up on that cash if you decide to invest
You sound like B.I.G., you sound like Jay, you sound like D
And I bet when I go plat, you'll sound like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet, instant delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's physique
I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay with the heat
Stay sticking fools like you for the rocks that gleam
So toss that link, dummy, should've insured that link
Straight to Canal, appraise that link, then pawn that link
You froze up, Sahdeeq says, "Shut the fuck up"
Punk niggas get gun-butt up and tied up
[Verse 6: Busta Rhymes]
Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Duggan
Been thuggin', lovin' the way we flood jewels for nothin'
Lay it over, another ambush and take over
Yo, we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over
You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at night
Or find your picture of your autopsy up on the website
Yo, if you ever violate my space
Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you with a fucking fat face, nigga
Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom and some
Like the ghost of a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches coming out and you know who's showing it
Like when the British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all niggas is seamless blends of seamless friends
Live on about (?) on a bunch of seamless ends
Colossal, me and my nigga Pharoahe Monch-o
The head honchos, getting this money like Leonardo (Do-do-do-do)
Enough substance in the roughness
Now watch it come around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow, fiend
Live nigga shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of America
Let us control and own the fucking area
Wilding in your whip until you crash the whole truck up
And if you know what's good for you, nigga
You better get the fuck up
[Verse 1 – Cise Star]
Crush a coal to a diamond, eyes forever shining
Your beauty alone inspire a nigga to rhyming
Thinking of the better things in life
Thinking of how I could persuade you to become my wife
Hand in hand as we floating over tropical sands
You my lady, I'm ya man
So let's further advance to the next scene
Me sleeping next to you resting
You the personification of all God's blessings
Coming to me in just one physical being
One physical dream that I wanna redeem
You're Voluptuous, sweet, caramel-brown honeydew
Satin skin smooth to the touch, what a nigga do
So sensual
Her smile like a chemical extract of perfection, rare mineral
She smell like a happy birthday on a Thursday
Quiet time, love, sleep in, I wake early
[Hook – Cise Star]
Honey brown with the long, black hair
Teasing me with a kiss and a stare
Slight touch and you taking me there
So fine and it just ain't fair
So beautiful and so damn rare
[Verse 2 – Cise Star]
She's angelic and energetic, using sex as a weapon
I reckon that I'm confessing her body is just a blessing
From God down to Earth—she needs to be in a church
To prove we didn't spawn from fish, but God's work
Hurts to see her clothed ‘cause her body beholds
Secrets untold, valued like platinum and gold
For she is the key to open my mind to see
The energy that radiates from the gates of heavenly
Bliss. I reminisce over touch and a kiss
While you fucking a bitch, I go to make love to my miss
Never scandalous, it's unanimous that the hue will handle it
Lights off and candle-lit rooms and glamorous
Yo, I call you love, sexual—you look edible
Parallel, snuggle up close, intellectual
In a rendezvous, who is you in wrap hairdo
No makeup in jean shorts, open-toe shoe
I wanna hold you, mold ya soul, I behold you
Know you better than myself, never own you
But keep you, never leave you, I beseech you
God's gift to man is you wearin' a see-through
Riding Sea-Doos in Atlantic Ocean, causing commotion
Lay you down, going through the motions
Keep ya skin soft, lotions got me coasting
Down, pretty, round, brown thighs, the candles low-lit
[Hook – Cise Star]
Honey brown with the long, black hair
Teasing me with a kiss and a stare
Slight touch and you taking me there
So fine and it just ain't fair
So beautiful and so damn rare
[Verse 3 – Cise Star]
Look at this agreeable, delightful, delectable
Unforgettable, so sweet she may be edible
She needs a pedestal to step out of heaven—you ready, boo?
Never hypothetical, you factual and magical
Fuck theatrical, baby girl, because you actual
Physically, your chemistry is so mathematical
Had to use academics to define your spirit
You lifting my limits, your name off my tongue is a lyric
She's a compilation of my mind’s representation
Of a representative representing an excellent revelation
Of time and dedication (she will). Never impatient (for real)
She know the deal (reveal) herself to me
So I can see her heavenly ways, her heavenly gaze
And, plus, it don't hurt that she has an ass for days
So as we lay, I reminisce on the day that we met
Please, God, never let me forget
[Hook: Logic]
Yeah I've been killin' this shit
Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
Yeah I've been killin' this shit
Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
Yeah I've been, yeah I've been killin' this, killin' this shit
Yeah I've been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been killin' this, cookin' that
Killin' this, flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've killin' this shit
Yeah I've hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
[Verse 1: Logic & (Pusha T)]
Let me tell you 'bout the young man
Matter of fact, I'ma let Push tell that
Tell you 'bout the old man
Had a change of heart and then fell back
Old man lived a long life
Walked around with a long knife
You ain't cut the white like Jesus
That Colombiana, that's mi hermanos (YUGH)
Look at the flick of that wrist
I'm feelin' like Leonardo
Let me paint a picture, I might need a bottle
On the road to success, I could feel the throttle
That Michaelangelo, hundreds in the envelope
Tight shit when I write shit
And that old man had a change of heart
Wish he knew it back from the start like goddamn
Looked around, seen his wife on the ground
Military bussin' bullets all over the whole compound
Soon as he seen it, I swear it, I mean it, my members go quicker than vamonos
He dead, she dead, he in jail
Everyone fallin' like dominoes
[Hook: Logic]
Yeah I've been killin' this shit
Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
Yeah I've been killin' this shit
Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
Yeah I've been, yeah I've been killin' this, killin' this shit
Yeah I've been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been killin' this, cookin' that
Killin' this, flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've killin' this shit
Yeah I've hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Simple logic
Clockwise, counterclockwise, realest nigga in the top five
Other four ain't rap niggas, I'm just reppin' for the blow side
Yuugh, that's coastlines, Panama for the boat rides
Worth billions, and we ain't even need Showtime
Just money counters and kitchenwear
Condo with a bitch in there
Two scales and baggies, we got rich in there, woo!
The Rollie's been the trophy since Hawaiian Sophie
Curry over Kobe, we shootin' niggas
Splash brothers with the coca, add in baking soda
Goodfellas to my niggas (Yuugh) all Ray Liottas
Shades of blue, I aim at you
Let the sky fall, let it rain on you
[Hook: Logic]
Yeah I've been killin' this shit
Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
Yeah I've been killin' this shit
Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
Yeah I've been, yeah I've been killin' this, killin' this shit
Yeah I've been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been killin' this, cookin' that
Killin' this, flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've killin' this shit
Yeah I've hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
1000 rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You **** with me, yuh (you **** with me)
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out)
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
1000 rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You **** with me, yuh (you **** with me)
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out)
Throw another one up in the grave, I don't need an AK
But a double sided blade in the main vein
Watching you leak like a broken pipe
I'm the soft-spoken type but when I channel the archetype
I cannot speak, only dig deep
Into abysmal depression to find what I cannot unsee
I'm a fiend for the Secrets of Alchemy
Calculate everything, reincarnated Crowley
**** the fame, **** the drugs, I'm on cloud 9
I meditate, **** Lavey, you're so fake divine
I'll bring you back to life to shoot you in your ******* face
The Black Mage, flip the page while I burn sage
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
1000 rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You **** with me, yuh (you **** with me)
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out)
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
1000 rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You **** with me, yuh (you **** with me)
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out)
So many people all around me, yet I feel so alone
I'm a dead man walkin', zombies singin' my song
You want that **** you music? Go blow your brains out to it
Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty
People in front of my face
But they really wanna bust a hole in my back
I been on go for a minute
But they really wanna move me off of my track
Yeah, I got a bitch but I still got a 1000 nasty hoes on my sack
Underground Underdog, a hunnid racks flexin'
But still roam with the rats
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
1000 rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You **** with me, yuh (you **** with me)
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out)
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
1000 rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You **** with me, yuh (you **** with me)
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
Complimentary slav hood rap.
Half Serbistanian half Englando, I'll provide translation to the lyrics I guess.
Heads up the s**t that doesn't make sense makes sense on Serbistanian, and its a given that it rhymes on the original language lul.
(^:
I'm sippin' I'm smokin' I'm ******* I'm jokin', I must be provoking
I'm dealin' I'm stealin' I'm willing for killing, yeah you know that I'm talking
You're sinking I'm thinking you'r **** must be shrinking, yo **** it I'm blinging
Your **** wanna' suck it and kiss it and touch it, and that **** is stinking
I'm sippin' I'm smokin' I'm ******* I'm jokin', I must be provoking
I'm dealin' I'm stealin' I'm willing for killing, yeah you know that I'm talking
You're sinking I'm thinking you'r **** must be shrinking, yo **** it I'm blinging
Your **** wanna' suck it and kiss it and touch it, and that **** is Dačić
I'm smoking I'm drinking I'm drinking I'm smoking I'm chilling I'm locing I'm dabing I'm rolling
I'm boiling that oil and my elbow is blocking I'm toping and coping pa padam na doping. (then I fall onto dope)
Ja šijem I pijem I bradu ne brijem I krijem od rije pakede od čije
(I'm sewing [a term for smoking joints] I'm driking, my beard I'm not shaving and I'm hiding from the cops the weed bag ["paket" is a bag meant for sale] from their eyes.)
Kada me vidi, odma me bije, nepita ništa već poteže gije
(When he sees me, he immediately beats me, doesn't ask questions just brings up the beating stick)
Nevadi značku, nego je krije, plačem od smeha i suza mi lije
(Doesn't pull his badge out but hides it, I'm crying from laughter and a tear is pouring out)
Nešto ti smešno, ha kako nije, ja tebra cirkam I duvam - cirkam I duvam boli me **** ja cirkam I duvam
(Somethings funny to you, ha how not? I, brother am sipping and smoking, sipping and smoking, my d**k hurts [literal translation for a term that pmuch means I dont give a ****] I'm sipping and smoking)
Cir-Cirkam I vozim na lozi sa rukom u gipsu i tetom na nozi.
(I'm sipping and driving on rakija with my arm in a cast and a tattoo on my leg)
I'm sippin' I'm smokin' I'm ******* I'm jokin', I must be provoking
I'm dealin' I'm stealin' I'm willing for killing, yeah you know that I'm talking
You're sinking I'm thinking you'r **** must be shrinking, yo **** it I'm blinging
Your **** wanna' suck it and kiss it and touch it, and that **** is stinking
I'm sippin' I'm smokin' I'm ******* I'm jokin', I must be provoking
I'm dealin' I'm stealin' I'm willing for killing, yeah you know that I'm talking
You're sinking I'm thinking you'r **** must be shrinking, yo **** it I'm blinging
Your **** wanna' suck it and kiss it and touch it, and that **** is Dačić
Ah yeah yeah, dodji do huda gde mota se svuda na najbolja vuda
(Come to the hood where you roll everywhere with the best weed)
I žene imaju muda pa smotaju pupa kad prodje ovuda
(Even girls have balls so they roll a joint when he passes through her [reffering to cops])
Ah yeah yeah, gde si moj tebra ka-kako je tebra ša život je džungla
(Where are you my brother how is it brother wha' life is a jungle)
Ah yeah yeah, ti is šampion a ja sam šampinjon ma-magična vuglja
(You are a champion and I am a mushroon ma-magic s**t)
Tvoj rep mi tuga ko dete bez uda ko žena bez zuba ko poziv is suda
(Your rap is sad to me like a child without a limb, a lady without a tooth, like a court call [ya' know blue envelope])
Repuješ ko Djani bez pda u zikri za mgra, tuki kad pljuga
(You're rapping like Djani [some popular guy that makes hillbilly music] without cocaine [I know what the rest means but I've no idea how to translate Serbian street slang], when sucking ****)
Posle ulja skank mi ko sulja, volim da jebem da trese se bulja
(After oil [again with the street slang], I like to **** so that the ass shakes)
Da sam žensko bio bi fulja, sa kondilomom pored šulja
(If I were a female, I'd be a hoe, with a growout next to the bunyun (I think)
I'm sippin' I'm smokin' I'm ******* I'm jokin', I must be provoking
I'm dealin' I'm stealin' I'm willing for killing, yeah you know that I'm talking
You're sinking I'm thinking you'r **** must be shrinking, yo **** it I'm blinging
Your **** wanna' suck it and kiss it and touch it, and that **** is stinking
I'm sippin' I'm smokin' I'm ******* I'm jokin', I must be provoking
I'm dealin' I'm stealin' I'm willing for killing, yeah you know that I'm talking
You're sinking I'm thinking you'r **** must be shrinking, yo **** it I'm blinging
Your **** wanna' suck it and kiss it and touch it, and that **** is Dačić
Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention
Psychoanalysis didn't mean anything
Pvc costumes, letters to castro
Show me what you're reading, freaky girl with the afro
Franz fannon, yeah yeah I get it,
All that curiosity with something to offset it
Diagrams and plans, drawn in secret locations
Scientific babies, they be peddling information
The queen, she's smoking prozac, we be smoking napalm
The verbal countries, they be smoking atom bombs
I wrote a book in the year seven-ten
By nineteensixty-nine I had written more
If you're feeling insecure,
Cause you're living in a storm
If you find them, you can burn them,
If you burn them you can keep warm
Them winds of change, they be bringing change,
Especially now there's prostitutes on ilford lane
You see, it's kinda like, but no, it's not the same thing
See there were men on the moon, but they killed them
Bearing in mind, my mind's soul food
Bearing in mind, my mind's aquarian
Bearing in mind, my mind's mine
Times being what they are, radar
Bearing in mind yes yes, y'all
Bearing in mind, there's nothing in it
Bearing in mind, my mind's mine
Times being what they are, radar
Aeroplanes in my room,
And I don't know who's flying them
They're playing that tune
It's okay, I got my eye on them
They're making their messages out of them smokes
Words evaporate, I can't read what they wrote
Their language is so strange, I never seen it's kind
The smell of them vapors be taking my mind
Combined with that melody, them engines be humming
I pick up my mike, I put it down
See now I'm outside in, I don't know where I'm going
I gets in my car, I starts rowing
But like the water is seeping
It's getting in through the bottom
I tickle them fish
Swallow them whole, now I got some
Bones, sticking in my throat
Has anybody seen my universal antidote?
Bearing in mind, my mind's soul food
Bearing in mind, my mind's aquarian
Bearing in mind, my mind's mine
Times being what they are, radar
Bearing in mind, there's nothing in it
Bearing in mind yes yes, y'all
Bearing in mind, my mind's mine
Times being what they are, radar
Don't even think 'bout it
Don't even contemplate
Before the funk goes to your head
You better stop and wait
Don't even think 'bout it
Don't even contemplate
Before the funk goes to your head
You better stop
Don't even think 'bout it
Don't even contemplate
Before the funk goes to your head
You better stop and wait
Don't even think 'bout it
Don't even contemplate
Before the funk goes to your head
You better stop
And still it's cool, like they does it in egypt
I say come to that river man, but nobody's seen it
Believe that, cinematic, atmospheric
Panasonic my headphones, ain't nothing on it
Bonnets on cars, magazines, girls on harleys
We's sneaking up on babies, and we's eating thems farleys
I don't know where my girl is, oh well, somebody took her
Fixing those strings as she sings mr hooker
Spikey hair my head, since I cut off my dreads
I got the green fishs tail, set sail on a moped
Jean of arc's on the back, trying not to fall off
Valentines park, hip hop, set it all off
It's like I'm on a solitary exhibition
It's like you see me everywhere, but you still know that I be missing
Pissing in the wind as I'm lookin' for them answers
In seventies movies and topless dancers
This Galaxy is vast; its wonders and beauty are almost unfathomable. But the galaxy also hides dark secrets, some of which have lain dormant since the beginning of time itself. There is a danger in secrets, both in seeking and in knowing. Some things are meant to be hidden from view. Some mysteries defy understanding, and sometimes even the things we think we know are untrue. Some secrets should remain untouched.
Grey Five Nine
All I see is scrubs
Face mean mugged
On a couple drugs
Smoke with migo plug
FTP my blood
Grey the *****ng gang
Boy, stay in your lane
Never high, just maintain
Hate this fame, hate this game
Take these shoes, last a day
Oil flowing through my veins
Lil Remains, that make that stain
Y'all look good in cellophane
Mane, insane, real blade
Swing it through your *****ng brain
I said **** 'em, we got a problem?
**** you gonna do with it? I think nada
Just a persona (okay), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain)
Popping xans to make you mad, I know you want some
Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling
Got an ounce of the coke, white snow floating
River road shawty, Yung Christ, one chosen
Slick tote the AK-47 stolen, woadie joscing
All of y'all are over-saturating 'Preme and Bape
B**** it's FTP all *****ng day, all y'all look the *****ng same
**** the fame, **** a lane
B**** I'm bout to swerve into the toll booth and scrape the change
Bring out your dead and blaming it on Yung Plague
B**** I pull up with the K
K9 by my right leg 'till I say OK
K9 on his hind legs ripping off your face
All I gotta say is G*59 until the grave
One color (one color)
Two numbers (two numbers)
Three fingers in the sky amongst the thunder
I'm like **** the others I'ma
(**** the others I'ma)
Bring the ruckus
I might **** your bitch
She swears she suffers under the covers
I'ma-I'ma-I'ma hell hound, hell bound, shawty wanna die
I'ma sell pounds, sell pounds, shawty said she might
Let them bells pound, bells pound, shawty wanna cry
I'm like ****
it every night
Keep turning black, I close my eyes