Cypha - Look Out For Detox (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Cypha] Shoutout to that n***a Bobby That n***a ugly as f** And I ain't even saying that 'cause Kendrick said it Alright lets go [Verse 1: Cypha] Tire marks, tire marks The k**ing end when the dying starts I got a lot of dogs and they teeth is sharp These n***as say like these teeth is sharp I tie his body up, throw it in the ocean [?] Ok, beat it up Im'a rind it in Bachelor is written from my pen You know that my sh** is high My songs be poppin' like that Glock Watch out for when that telescope for you other rappers there is no hope Kendrick done made me murder some sh** Lookout for what? I done murdered that sh** f** with a [?] she know I got it p**y on my mind and money is the topic Yo girl only know that I'm talking I drive b**hes they sayin' like no stopping I bump my sh** from coast to coast Beat the p**y up, then I'm ghost If the p**y first string then I'm a go And cheer it up, like toast I blow past you, dust in the way Show me the booty like a dick in the chain [?] I'm the perfect example of MC b**hes like he's my man candy And when it comes to chancing on me I'm like Tom, in [?] I'm only 16, I'm only 16 And I'm k**in' veterans And it make no sense like Lil' B But f** it, Im'a keep on going Like the pacific Im'a keep on flowin' That n***a stoppin' me? He'll have better luck swimmin' to the bottom of the ocean Uh, yeah big Cypha here now I done probably woke up the dead now Your stage? You'll probably have a dead crowd Walking on him like he walking through a f**ing ghost town Im'a rolled in December like ten blunts They probably smoke like two blunts Your girl's feet on my balls like ten hut n***as talk like they so tough But be b**hed up, scared away like hiccups You sick bruh, like two girls, one cup These n***as talkin' like they gettin' buck-buck-bucks But can't even get enough for a truck-truck-truck Crack of dawn, I'm still up-up-up Every time that chicken go cluck-cluck Y'all done f**ed up I'm beneficial, matter of fact, I've been official At five, I was on this rap sh** like referees and whistles You n***as ain't sh**, have more respect for my tissue [?] make you go bi, if, that an issue And won't nobody miss you Pray to god that those bullets miss you Momma won't be able to kiss you Im'a hurt titty rappers they can't take intimidation I probably escalated more than I anticipated Now I'm the type of dude you probably have to murder You n***as a waste of time Somebody get 'em some [?] We all fighters Like the ninja turtles I don't really like geometry but no squares in my circle Look out for detox, watch how me and the beat box I clear my throat every time the beat stops