Ft. Brotha Lynch Hung
(Intro)
Aye, yeah, let's go!
Right, right, right
(Verse: Sus)
Machine behind me, ain't nobody can stop that
Can't see fitted on, this is a top hat
You muthaf**as can't carry my jockstrap
So how ya even have the nerve to say that you ?
I ain't even gotta take aim when I co*kback
Got the fitted on, but the finger will not snap
The rockers at me, you know I'mma climb that
T-Cone for the lover that I'm at
T for yo team n***a, pickin' the bomb rat
Even dismissin' be like 'n***a where the bomb at?'
? from the change, you be makin' the call back
Even white stunt here, he ain't hit with the ball back
Wise thing to do is just gettin' the go
Put the game up when you're hittin' the dough
Reinvest as soon as you get yo foot in the door
Keep it 100, you ain't gettin' exposed
Chillin' with the k**as and the nitters at the new school
Movin' so fast, I don't even know who's who
I just keep it funky, you can see him huggin'
I get money from everyone I'm introduced to
You can prolly catch the grow up in the hulu
Hate a** trailor park haters on youtube
Jackin' so hard that I had to make some new moves
Talkin' hammer time and you say you got yo school lose
There were times when I was blind and had to get it in
I was neva nothin', just disgusting to my woman friends
Take it for the team, I could neva get the energy
Now I'm gettin' major eatin' dinner with my n***a Nan
(Hook x4)
Free my n***as or I'll bring the door down
And you didn't know then but you really know now
(Muthaf**a, this Sus & Lynch)
(Verse: Sus)
You know wa**up, got the chacka boy flow
They did jump me, now I ride 'em, bout to let the Lord know
I'm a momma's boy, told her let the chord go
Now my attitude is f** it, I be thinkin' more of so
Heard these n***as rappin' periodly, they need some more flow
If they rappin' with some strangers, then I need some more ?
If you look me in my eye and say this isn't yo show
Then I'mma go so f**in' hard, yo favorite rapper goes broke
Lynch set me up, said he had a beat for me
Don't fatigue, don't pull up a seat for me
Everything positive, gettin' it equally
Little more hi-fi, then kicked yo sneak
Smoke on yo block, just run up the street with me
She knock the V then she need to meet with me
It's all good, but you know that I keep the piece
? the progress that I need to meet
How you gon' leave with your eyes shut?
Bet they open up when I ride up
I'm in the streets got the pride up
Tryna write down and sign up
Barber school, get ya blinds up
In the stu' where they find us
Just to be exact, we're gon' keep it exactly
Make an impact and get behind us
Yeah!
(Hook x4)
(Muthaf**a, this Sus & Lynch)
Free my n***as or I'll bring the door down
And you didn't know then but you really know now
(Muthaf**a, this Sus & Lynch)
(Verse: Lynch)
I'm a muthaf**in' ? when it come to rhymin'
You n***as sound like murderous timin'
Put 'em in the back of the Cadillac and thirst them
Take 'em home cause I'm bout to fry 'em
Me and Sus swag, n***a, we ain't lyin'
n***as ain't f**in' with us but they tryin'
They don't wanna get chopped and cut up
b**h, I'm off the OE, I'm so f**ed up
I'mma drive a dumb truck
Lookin' for a place I'mma hide the gus at
What's that?! Yeah, I'mma take the truck back
Park it in the front where ?
I don't give a f** that, he don't give a f** tho
When I go to work like obitual I cut tho
Love it the kitchen when I'm cookin' up the rough roast
Cocane spit, no name spit
Insane in the muthaf**in' gray sh**
Got blamed for the muthaf**in' same sh**
That's the game sh**, what a n***a want mo'?
When I came sh**, blood you like an an*s
Put the money in a sack in the back right next to the Minnie Mac
Now he's famous
Mean and I'm out the old school leanin'
n***as know I'm a nut like seamen
Leave 'em in the cut like clean 'em
And the machete came right between 'em
Hrr, it's a sight to see 'em
It's all f**ed up, now he got the meanin'
And I got away, why he ride away?
Everyday I eat meat, that was not a day
Dinner done, put the pot away
(Dinner done, put the pot away)