Toe Tags & Broken Skulls

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, shoutout ZCR for the beat ([?], badda-bing, badda-boom, you make the moves, you just gotta flip) (They'll never understand, man) One take (You don't gotta worry about a fuckin' thing) (I'm convinced they will never understand the genius that is Fukkit, man) Yeah (It's beyond human comprehension) Uh, yeah (Heh) (You feel me? It's beyond⁠— It's beyond⁠ the primitive mindset, you feel me?) Yeah (Badda-bing, badda-boom) (Y'all gotta evolve to keep up with this one, uh-huh) Uh, yeah (Uh, nah, I'm playing, I'm a dumbass) Uh, you could get touched, bitch [Chorus] You could get touched, bitch, we not playing tag, uh Head taps during traffic jams on the ave, uh Think out the box while you still rockin' some plaid Taking trips to the bank, mask off, get the bag, uh You know how I rock, not no fuckin' Black Flag, uh If he send a shot, got the 'K with the mag, uh Up and down the block, spinning 'round, doing laps, uh Shit was always sunny till I pulled up with the MAC [Verse] She singing off-key, that's 'cause I fucked her from the back, uh Niggas said they lost, so I told 'em get a map, uh Stopped in yo' tracks, send that shit back to the trash, uh Pop off yo' cap like a Snapple, that's a fact, uh Niggas really wack, I dont mind statin' that, uh I been 'bout my business but I kick it with the slacks Check my bank account, it's digits while I sit at home, relaxed (Uh) My flow tight like a fitted with the T-shirt print to match, uh Flow could start a fire, y'all ain't really been a match, uh Never gettin' past, Randy Moss with the catch I'm breathing in the gas, ain't been wetting up a rag Dropping bombs like Iraq and my kush Afghanistan, uh Heat up like a pan, told my fans don't be a stan Got the product with the plan, all detailing where we stand Kept it a thousand like a grand, nipple rings on my hand She gon' blow me like a fan, not the best I ever had (Uh) If I fuck once, I don't gotta fuck again (Fuck) Send her to the cab, don't come back without a friend (Fuck) What does that mean? I'm only here to meet my ends (Fuck) You can take my shirt, go 'head and suck me out the pants, huh (Fuck) I been smokin' green, like some lean, like some plants Celery, collard greens, coppin' Ps for a snack On her chest, where I rest True indeed, that's a rack, uh Bitch, I might bleed you If I see you, that's a stack (Okay), huh [Chorus] You could get touched, bitch, we not playing tag, uh Head taps during traffic jams on the ave, uh Think out the box while you still rockin' some plaid Taking trips to the bank, mask off, get the bag, uh You know how I rock, not no fuckin' Black Flag, uh If he send a shot, got the 'K with the mag, uh Up and down the block, spinning 'round, doing laps, uh Shit was always sunny till I pulled up with the MAC