M.V.L.L.

Lyrics

M.V.L.L. (ft. A.B., Cron Hypnostein, and Ces) - "M.V.L.L." [Emcee(s): A.B., Cron Hypnostein, and Ces] [Producer(s): Will Tell] [Hook: All] M-V-L-L Mad Verbal Lyrical Lunatics on the rush Get weed, then sell Mad and it's 'cause we got heat and ready to bust Gems gleam, heads swell Brag at the fact that it cheese the clique touch Envy seashells Act stupid with your foolishness, nigga, you're butt [Verse 1: A.B.] Your man be Running these tracks, so you could run into slaps Run up quick—click—blow your lung out your back Hunting for stacks while my niggas tucking their gats Looking for facts? I can't believe they're nice like that Fight that cat, strike that match, light that hash Fight? Let's bash. Sheist on cash. Y'all niggas Hyper ass and I don't even like your ave Slice your ass. You could lose your life that fast Go to school, know the rule? Nigga, light that class You's a fool? You's a tool? Get sniped when you pass [Verse 2: Cron Hypnostein] Yo, deep with a cut, darken the wound, harden The scab, longen the scar. Prolonging apart I shorten afar, overseers, and obstacle parts Get bottle with tops, hot throttle and drop, cop A bottle and spark, find you the hot models in tops Bounded them bots, cum oozing out. Me'll Bruise without cops up, move the crowd Proved it now. While you booed, you down. Shoot The style. Oh, you moving now? Survived The brutal pounds? Unlive brains is noodles now Cruel and wild, fuel the wild with Abusive pounds, with a noose around, we're Your troopers now to remove the crown. I've got Honor, part'. You know, son? Fuck the style [Hook: All] M-V-L-L Mad Verbal Lyrical Lunatics on the rush Get weed, then sell Mad and it's 'cause we got heat and ready to bust Gems gleam, heads swell Brag at the fact that it cheese the clique touch Envy seashells Act stupid with your foolishness, nigga, you're butt [Verse 3: Ces] Knock, knock on the mic. Nigga, who that there? (LSP. I spit shit) How you do that there? Easy, pa. I keep it up the heezy, pa Is you gon' rep yours? Fo' sheezy, pa A lot of dudes in the street want to eat me, pa But I just cruise with the heat 'til they meet the god See the god? Nigga, better greet the god Or get your wig pushed in like a VCR Moving on up: hot bites, see VR Pop shit, I'll make you famous like a TV star See, we are hotter than your average cats Talk shit, I'll bark fifths and push your cabbage back [Hook: All] M-V-L-L Mad Verbal Lyrical Lunatics on the rush Get weed, then sell Mad and it's 'cause we got heat and ready to bust Gems gleam, heads swell Brag at the fact that it cheese the clique touch Envy seashells Act stupid with your foolishness, nigga, you're butt