WWF

Lyrics

How that brick look wet, you don't know? How them boys react when they get pressed, they some hoes? What Skuba do when he get him new packs, get 'em gone What Wild Man do when he get new straps, aim at souls How you fake mad, fake speaking on your past, huh You know what you did, you know why they on your ass, huh I know what I'm doing, I ain't ran from shit, I'm mad, huh Stand on what I speak and be outside on that frontline I go east to west, west to east, ain't no stress for me I ain't in my hood, I'm in my other hood with racks on me I might just come RD, grandpa Max, Ben 10 and his niece I'm gone hit that raw and get 'em gone, bout 17 a piece Bout 17 at least, I'm plugged in for real, that ain't no reach If I had to reach, I'm Mr. Fantastic that work for free Stretched that bitch to three, or make it rock up like that shit the Thing Bitch this ain't no dream, my daddy had me 'round triple beams I might drop a ring, you Green Lantern when you sip your lean Bitch I sip that wock, gotta spread like Spock when I pour up my cream We move fast like Sonic, bitch I'm Knuckles, if you wanna tussle White bitch fine like Sonya on the blade, but she still buy her hustle Rip to Nipsey Hussle, but these blues I get, they go for double Sometimes go for triple, I can't help but flip 'em Static, shocked your bitch, your pussy tickle Electrify that nipple, I'm xPac when I tell that bitch suck it She ain't even trippin' Modern warfare, a nigga in real life Got a kilo with me, I might shoot this shit to Indiana, Oladipo wit me Regenerate my health like Wolverine so I need no nigga Percocets treat me like Senzu beans you know I keep them bitches Bitch my white boy loyal and he royal, William Regal with it Make this yoppa do a spin the room, Booker T them niggas Make that .40 Diamond Dallas Page, DDT a nigga Kill 'em when I see a nigga, Cyclops, red beam a nigga Niggas love the net, so we control, alt, delete them niggas I don't compete with niggas, nor do I eat with niggas Nor is shit sweet with niggas, won't trick or treat no nigga Never fuck with a mask 'cause Jim Carey ain't no street nigga My shooter still got the mask on, Uber moving like Crash Bandicoot Kill a nigga for a band or two, out the way where I landed to Brung a bitch, she the baddest too Biggest strap for the maddest nigga who act bad, I'ma blam his boo Leave his mama in the saddest mood, same attitude I had in school I throw my fist like a Destructo Disc, huh, yeah I treat that bitch like she a bust on bitch, huh, huh Huh, she ain't hit no shit, something to fuck on, ooh Huh, niggas ain't doin' shit and get to fuck on too Ravishing Rick Rude, big squad Skoob I'm on all bullshit, bitch you should'a knew I did too much drugs for me being into you Your worst fears came true, you got oop joop I was capping to you baby, that's what happen to us baby Your lil' pussy wasn't enough for me to be happy lil' baby And you dumb as hell, huh And I'm young as hell, huh Do that shit again, huh, cause it was fun as hell