Lyrics

[Verse 1: F Ah Why G] Check my shit I need that get well soon card quick Im Bellevue reading a book from the master of wu If I got the biscuit and im acting kind of bitter Stay away stay away, soon to be a quitter My weights got cakes They heavy like a blue tahoe If I come through brolic style bust you and your ho Not with the 4 pound But with the motherfucking darts I come through banging flocka around ya parts Ayo, chicken head chicken head where the fuck you rest Yeah, we popping this shit off like a motherfucking dress No doubt the spuds represent the links of the Cuban Strong as fuck the force is over a billion newton You crooked-I sipper what the fuck u a bitch fo Grab the chips grab the 40 then lets hit the fish sto I got the box in hand motherfucker ain't taking that U still learning kid im swinging swords like a bat Im dripped, im dipped, and I got the Gilligan Talk coming out my lips, oowop effects on them Laying, slumped, down on the ground Looking like the anthidium manicalcum came around What? Are the K.Bz on the set Hol up hold up that was the lyrical effect Huh? What? The Lyrical swords?? Cutting up shit Slicing motherfuckers into 4s [Verse 2: F Ah Why G] Anyways, now to set this shit off like a tek 9 Lyrics doper than armstrongs motherfucking urine Fuck a luger Fuck a bitch who think he cooler Slickness for days bitch im the ruler You spot me chilling out here Like a motherfucking cheater Fuck an antagonist, fuck that bitch vegeta Fuck an anti-hero that fuckers is weak huh Like manus, that bitch his a fucking bleak cunt Na hes a motherfucking manus No doubt, no doubt, ill let him go with no fucking harness Oh yo, back to my dargon ball z type shit Come through like a super saaiyan Kamayhamayha on your whip I drop the science on these motherfuckers Fuck these lieing motherfuckers Licking off, what what, licking off Anyways, lets get on our run shit like the hoff Tearing through yo hood Yelling chicken head what the fuck is good Whammy whamy motherfucker coming through and slammy slammy Bag up bag up motherfucker You a double D, B looking motherfucker We coming through rucka rucka rucka rucka You know the brain, yeah she filled up as fuck Feels heavy as a motherfucker, resembles the weight of a truck This time, it's a fucking 740 Me committed is as rare as the homie roarty Huh, what, 4-9-3-11 that is you We out this bitchhh mothefuckerr im the WU