[Verse 1 : Yung Fusion] I can't really see why you bustas bragging Cause I generate what you just imagine I cuff and drag them while Chuckie's laughing Look ya'll are snacks to my dungeon dragon My verses are biblical Never been Calm or Collective i'm triple Cool Aim for tip of the pinnacle never that is so typical Nigga I'm way beyond that I take your comrades and drop em off at my place for combat Then take your brains and your favorite games and bring razor blades to mixture call that Saw 5, tell your girl it's long night My flows the blood of a crack head with a cracked head from a bar fight They could hear what I slay Bring the heat like Keywane Now-a-days niggas flee when I speak game Too free no time for a weak lame Major keys never had space for a key chain Moving so quick nigga I can never see lanes Can't decide to fly or swim need a sea plane Tell em bring it on, I'm in a deuce and half tint ray bans I don't really see game
[Hook : Yung Fusion] Man I just had to do it In each and every song All these rap boys they catch feelings man tell'em bring it on Ooh yeah yeah tell em bring it on x2
[Verse 2: Xen Retro] All you niggas petty I’m the realest nigga repping I’m the modern makaveli Mac 11's for the rebels copping niggas for a penny ain't no diamonds in the Chevy only blood is what they carry Who's on to to get it I’m armed and ready My bars are heavy Swinging machetes in ya brains Spaghettis I raise confettis While hoping that the lord forgive me Cause I been blazing every track like everyday was 420 Lord help me every time I stunt Black thoughts from the chosen one The blue flames couldn’t scorch my lungs The rap gods couldn’t seal my tongue Or Rap scholars to read my puns I slice beats for the cheese no buns I’m hot dawg from the KY1 I blaze bars to the phoenix suns Then ball hard I’m the warlord son The cash cream for the pay load funds I’m blunt with it till theyspark ma buzz Top dawg loading all my techs I spit it raw banging through yo chest The gang signs weighing on ma belt N Blood stains spilling on my crip I spit a verse, now they hold they breathe You want war nigga be my guest Cause I could kill your whole clan in the squad you rep In 6’7’8 bars I step To greatness of a god himself If you stepping betta' watch yourself and that’s real
[Verse 3: Xen Retro & Yung Fusion] Name another local better than me I've been sipping chilling down in the East Retro and Fusion been global with ease Warming the game fifty thousand degrees I topple you niggas like truth is the key Monopoly money i'm moving the cheese This tropical hitter be moving degrees So they only mad they ain't me Cause I been the boy with the greens I'm running the game as we please Harlots they come around acting like flees Thinking this dick is for free Unless you get down on your knees Boy I'm cocky with it Flow cold been frozen with it i'm iced out stay polar with it Lights out Han Solo with it I'm nasty I don't know my limits Since the day of birth I'm known to get it I go over records, and I raise bars from the ground up till they take off Flowing hard on that Red Bull till I drop the bomb on em, Napalm
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