Spree / Filthy

Lyrics

[Part I: Spree] [Verse] I'm your favorite rapper's god-rapper The body-snatcher, pistol-packer Straight from the Memphis zoo, guess that makes me a dirty bastard Dumb niggas tried to move unseen, we see the patterns We saw 'em, he ran fast, but the bullets were much faster (Aha) We hear the chatter but way on the other side Fuck you mean you won't go? Heard you niggas don't never ride Smoke on the daily basis, I get heavenly supplied Your G, I'm naturally thugging (Aha), this shit ain't come with a guide (Word) Not suprised, them niggas be yappin', they can't stand me Meanwhile I'm on to snap gettin' dome in my 'Yota Camry My baby nasty, down for a nigga, keeps me groovy Get pulled over, don't panic, she hide the tree by her coochie My life's a movie, go through scenes without the camera (Aha) Did my way through the dirt just to keep me from going backwards We in the same book, but it's clear, we're in different chapters I'm born commander, saw that in me crawlin' in Pampers But rappers think 'cause I got a son that makes 'em safe (Nah) Nah, I'm still the same nigga that kick in and go straight for the safe So, what you say? Oh, we got a problem? Then we arrivin' Bitch niggas steadily thrivin' while real ones constantly dyin' (Word) Never will understand why the real ain't the one survivin' Wack shit is been globalizing, can't feel 'em when they be rhymin' It's all about perfect timin', be fucked without realizin' Hard for niggas to honor the real one, this fuckery been provided These niggas can't move this giant, they try but never succeed Shit, I thought they were women the way we made them pussies bleed They wanna mimic this greatness, but we movin' high speed Niggas outta they league and ain't eligible to compete Yeah, we tryna move up, we want the deluxe, nothin' lower The times are much colder (Aha), so I keep a chip on my shoulder (Word) Try my best to connect, but I can't see what fuckers seein' Guess I'm a higher being, can't relate to the misleadin' This ain't sucker-nigga night, only thoroughs in here this evenin' (Yeah) Never could we be even, I show you, don't need a reason So shh, be quiet, bruh, I'm huntin', it's rapper season (Word) Ain't no touch by no angel when in the grips of a demon I move like a prayin' mantis, no limits when on this canvas (Word) We see niggas antics, fugazi, and we the authentic I'm technical with the techniques but tactical with the tactics My style, I heard, is unique but nasty, like bloody pennies, word [Outro] Yeah [Part II: Filthy] [Intro] Livin' Yeah, aha (Peace, peace, aha) Yeah (Make niggas feel uncomfortable around this motherfucker), bruh (Yeah) Yeah (Aha) [Verse] Still movin' silently and rollin' greenery when I be ridin', G Grip my strap, 'cause I get paranoid when niggas eyein' me Smoke the fattest blunts 'cause it suppressed my anxiety (Aha) For hotheads, these hot shells come in varities 45s, .223s, and .308s Knock off limbs, we close-casket niggas aim for the face Why put on a mask, bruh? I'm already in black face Move amongst the wolves, these sheep niggas be out of place When unloadin' on these suckers, pierce through 'em, I don't graze (Huh?) Fuck you mean? I am God body, homie, so give praise Ain't no actions from these suckers, these maggots just talk brave Fuck around, and the next time he nap will be in the grave Memphis-made, and I roll with them dawgs, yeah, that's my squadron Beg your pardon, bet that bullshit cease when you meet the carbon Give 'em somethin' to think about when hollows aimed at his noggin Get the point acrossed once the revolvers get to revolvin' And the blood spills when caps peel, these busters squeel Shots rain, them bitch niggas start doin' tornado drills Smoke out of vacuum seals, fuck a Glock, tote a Springfield A lot of artill', my closet looks like I'm a Navy SEAL (Yeah) Rappers say they 'bout it, bullshit, these niggas wearin' heels Yeah, I said it and stand on it, give a fuck how niggas feel God status, fear no man, bruh, I could never kneel We from the dirt, yellow-tape gangs, these busters know the deal (Aha) Operation one-eighty-seven for those who pose a threat Saw them dawgs was in his direction, he had to redirect Thug by nature, fuck being naughty, no disrespect The trench niggas be wearin' vests, but, dumb fucker, we aimin' for your head Man down, somebody hurry, call the paramedics (Yeah) But it's useless, you think bruh can survive, you can forget it One shot to the cranium, his thoughts met the asphalt Yeah, they beat Billy bad but run into 'em, that shit halts (Word) [Outro] Yeah, aha