Intro

歌詞

(Verse:) Lets talk about it what Cyss will throw the beam guaranteed you wont walk up out it I aint playing watch a nigga haul ass for his life when them hollow tips start spraying Cyss is sick, get a grip, when he spit every verse crack, you get shitted on like Biggie Skit thoughts of me embedding in you get rid of it I'm the man, you don't understand you illiterate I'm hot as a semi shot, oc, when the semi grip make him strip naked like he about to go skinny dip shit, beef what you think you about until I press iron to your shirt, like I'm trying to knock a wrinkle out grip the steel when shit get for real chop until the clip drop them shots split your grill I'm dumb nice f**k who you get to spill because them niggas you think hot will see cyss and chill I remember night school, couldn't make it to the class I was paper chasing, caking on the ave, making me sum cash My fiends like ball players because they either shoot or they take it to the glass 44 mag breaking him in half he a bitch with a dick, you probably take it in the ass oh you grind and you work with that work right until them shotgun pellets jump in your shirt like BLAO! you will get murked because I bust and I squirt pipes oc, you will get popped like the clutch on a dirk bike I work right, with a half a block I can lock a block and a half, and half your block no joke, i smoke grass a lot that's why my bars out this world like astronauts I never had a pop, no father figure so when its drama my finger recline the trigger spit rounds, the ground, I'll put you fellas on it because the chopper I chop, dont got propellers on it I'm a young threat, yup and I'm still butt f**king the rap game, and I aint cum yet I aint done yet, so let me see something like uhh yes, I'm just pre cumming hold on you see me you see a g coming we see you we see a flea coming your wife a smut what is all the fronting about I just get sucked, get f**ked, nut in her mouth or i can get f**ked, get sucked, nut in her mouth you be smooching on her lips she be smooching on my dick keep your lips closed I'm quick to grip pistols spit those, oh you a fighter lets see you get those I don't miss foes split those leave him with hit clothes with 1 nine and 1 trey eight like my zip code