Luchii - Home Baked Presents lyrics

[Verse 1: RJ Mac] I'm really talented I got a lot of rap tricks This is my second victim and I'm going for my hat-trick You've lost it, I have it You had it you f*ggots Now imagine what would happen if you really f**ing practiced But you don't, and I do If you wanna see the sweet treats, I'll be giving you some dry food Ha, I wouldn't lie dude It's you verse my crew We the ones to win and you die too Read between the lines you should realise Who the f** I am and I'm coming like a typhoon Right through your mind to the other side of iTunes Click the switch and now you're downloading my tunes Holy sh**, my guns are blazing I think my pun's amazing You don't agree, but your mummas dazing Maybe it's the way I shake the ba** Make you wanna change In ways and in days you can thank me [Verse 2: Psychosowdy] Got an all white broad in an all white Ford I'm just f**ing with you boy cause I like my girls abroad And she messing with your boy She be s**ing on my sword Slammin wit the aux cord My dude all aboard Hitting curbs, backseat freestyle What's the word? Where's the birds? One ain't enough, so swerve Hit the strip Freeway, 100 clicks throughout the dirt Yeah you heard party bout to pop off, go bezerk See this dick, get a lick Before I go hit a lick Parties lit, joints be lit You know I stay off that sh** I'm moving kid Big plans with this groovy kit, illuminate Transparent cause that thing deeper than scuba trips We 'bout to fishtail down the block Mother-f** a cop my sh** rock Banging through your speakers, pop and drop I grip my co*k Got more chicks than your chicken stock Listen up We about to smash this Kicking off [Hook: Psychosowdy & RJ Mac] Shouts out to the Beast Coast but I rep the best coast And it be the west coast Yeah I let the tecs load Yeah I rep the west coast Shouts out the Beast Coast but I rep the best coast And the best is the west Yeah I let the tecs load Yeah I rep the west coast x2 [Verse 3: RJ Mac] Mac's not a bad man In fact he's just as bad as The priest in the church with a cross in his last hand But what's the difference? I'm not a sick f** Going to the altar boys trying to get a dick s** And I'm pissed off Cause like velcro I get ripped off I constantly get replaced with something like a pit stop And this is what tips it off Lil Wayne and Drake make it to fame I want this sh** to stop But it never will Man I got the better sk**s I'll spin ya mind just like a ferris wheel Never taking days off Too different to what Ferris will It's never fair to chill Go full speed and bear the thrill So can you f** with it? You punk b**hes I know my flow is cold I know that you want different But what's missing? The punch writtens The show just goes and goes And now I'm just done with it [Verse 4: Psychosowdy] I'm just a narcissistic ba*tard ripping Open like the caskets flipping Molotov banging Arsenal of arson Pastor spitting Sparta hitting Vodka sipping Fat a** what is what I'm gripping Had enough of f**ers singing b**h I be the master sinning From a city where they sold their souls for a pair of soles I dissolve amongst the madness, looking for a centre fold I'm a f**ing television, channeling my demons I'm a p**y monster fill them up with my semen We be riding round the city, with no aim But one false move and you could your a** hanged Ne false move, pull back Bang bang I ain't even ghetto But I finna talk that slang And you finna feel this Spitting the real sh** Better get used to the raw cause I ain't Cupid I ain't stupid You about to get the wrath of my motherf**ing crew, sick We flew this and crash landed Broomsticks [Hook: RJ Mac & Psychosowdy] [Verse 5: Evanda] If heat rises, then my chills fall I k** all Whack lyricists Involve seriousness I stand out and always steal this sh** Like you was shook on how real it gets Like you had a look and saw crooks who took Now you feeling this This be the illest since J Dilla My shades k**a On my paid figures Phone buzz Tell Ben to stay Stiller In the spa with my Hilfigers In a spar I'm bout to k** Baked at home, bumping psycho still You seen nothing and you scared acting like you chill I been hungry Fat a** need a lipo pill 'Dem writtens that you spitted Didn't even recite yo' self Thinking moolah from your pops pocket might just help It's your favourite China-man Pop a Vicodin Show 'em how it truly is to really live life again Gree is back to strike again Gree strapped with automatics About to Suge Knight again [Hook: Psychosowdy & RJ Mac] [Outro: Luchii] Yeah I let the tecs load Yeah I let the tecs load I'm cracking the hex code Yeah I let the tecs load Take a six from '88 All these ladies in a stable place Mentally but physically she got a decent waist...