Ayo I said ayo Ayo, Tical, these the rap Double ACP awards Give us our fuckin' trophy We're taking everything Wu-Tang
Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables Training Day I'll get you dusted like no respect for you Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you I make it hot Even yo' mama won't stand next to you
Ayo, ayo, who the fuck is this Hitting me at 5:46 in the morning? Pulling on my hive, I'll let the Killa Bees swarm in The way I play the corner's similar to Josh Norman I convert the dormant I could make a movie, two killers in the sofa Ear to ear, buck-fifty, have you smiling like the Joker From the lynches and submissions The llamas and the henchmen Put these niggas on spin 'cause the machine it had to rinse 'em
Wu-Tang is for the children, Thanksgiving is for the pilgrims My thumb's for counting ones, but this middle is for your feelings What the blood clot, I'm illin', pop stars, not civilians Sick of y'all, not to mention, these shots Amoxicillin Me and Ghostface kill 'em, all over faces written Tell a boldface liar about face and drill 'em Like they Dean Cain, get 'em, I hit 'em with gutta flow To keep 'em on they toes just for kicks like, "What are those?"
And I'ma tell you this Me and Johnny Blaze'll skin you niggas like fish It comes to murder, I assist Operating tables quietly, they tried to stitch This 'bout a bitch (This 'bout a bitch) Then cut the mollys out her tits Two-tone tassels, red Wally's with the grips 60 Minutes, told her press, we like the Saudis of this shit And I was dead wrong, I fucked a body off this shit Left her bones on the bed, her head was wobbly as a bitch
I tell her La-Di-Da-Di like I'm Rick We jammin' in the party, Bob Marley with the spliff Black Bugatti with the shift Look at Johnny, I'm Blazing, got an army, not a clique Wu-Wear laundry, sometime it say Armani 'cause I'm rich Flow tsunami, I'm scheming like a Saudi with a brick Rappers indie, but claim it was a Ponzi when they slip I get the thumbs up like Fonzie 'cause I'm lit New York Islanders, we finna hit somebody with the stick
Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables Training Day I'll get you dusted like no respect for you Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you I make it hot Even yo' mama won't stand next to you
Ayo, you feel me There's more and more niggas tryna kill me Jewelry too heavy Diamonds too milky The way I shoot the gift, it's like my slide is too silky My mouth caught a body on cam but my tongue guilty My mouth talk dirty with Grandma, my tongue filthy My arms come with armor, my baby momma's a MILFY And drama is the karma I get for something that killed me And still might steal on a rapper because I'm still meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.