Monster Mike - The Newport 500 lyrics

Verse 1: Vic Spencer Vic is a ba*tard Vic is a savage Vic is fantastic Cover my head up with plastic I'm still rapping Attacking my predators me myself and I are the competitors Off with ya scull, that's how I got ahead of ya Line them f**ing weak a** n***as up in a line like Jordan Take two of my bars and call my a** in the mornin G file sh** for real, flow ill, sneakers kosher dill. Potent k** right after the social meal Give me 50 seconds and the weapon will be loaded to shoot Shoot the tree off the boot how you running for the loot? Blow fruit with chick name Chiquita She s**ing on my banana before she say nice to meet ya. Theyooon een get it, I f** up albums with one snippet I'm very gifted not a Christian so my daddy is Christmas Pay all my enemies a friendly visit. I break up weed on the hottest rapper concert ticket Send out my look-a-like for promo, spaced the f** out like Hanz Solo. The L producto look just like a churro Newport Goose and pineapple juice in a Starbucks mug She stay close to my crib but she far from a s*ut Kool-Aid in the the Stanley Cup for the hood guzzlers You fruitbase You too late eat sulfate s** it up Monster Mike for Prezi I'm blazin' with Justin and Yesi My wave crack a levy I like my chick thick as sh** like Effey. Verse 2: Monster Mike Ridin round with some a**holes, they just tryna #freeca**o, I'm just tryna cake a lil bit with the lil b**h with the a** though I'm a cheesehead f** the pack tho, really really love the pack tho Ant back finna go crazy, I ain't that crazy, miss Zack tho, He a young n***a with a old soul, f** n***as want no smoke All the stain boys be my main boys, all the lame boys got no hoes If they found some then them hoes dry I can merch them n***as got no hose Got the perfect lyrics and my flow cold, need a verse I need about 4 os Even though I got a lotta cuties, never naked got a lotta nudies, I just really do a lotta coolin, sorry baby she was talkin to me Know it ain't really sh**, really sh**, if it is then I'm gone Really hate a b**h, never chase a b**h, all that sh** trayvon, All that sh** just borin, I ah rather rap start tourin Get a vape I ain't finna torch sh**, try to beat X with a torchic, Like firefighters but I hate police, they just gotta stay away from me Ion care i got my gang with me all the 197s hang with me That be obvi, that's forever that's that sh** right where my arm be And my other arm, you know ion be drawin word to sante, Smokin dope we do it often, finna tweak like we be coughin I be high as hell for real like I think I weed might by problem That be crazy, but I think it's cool I be goin crazy, I be tweakin I be listenin to my sh** like this amazin, I be chillin with the chillum if I'm missin it Facin Love my n***as but I been in love with Facin (#philme) (Beat Changes) Verse 3: Vic Spencer I love it when my bu*tons is pressed Cliche n***as wear LRG to Panda Express Eating chicken watching Sundays Best, Throwing up on this beat the Grind House is a mess Cram Slam bars in a medicine chest Produce lettuce damn I'm ahead of the rest n***as don't stand a chance n***a you weak you couldn't stand on ants After I beat ya a** I do my own war dance Rest in peace to lil keytwaun, my group home n***a I wish I had the the power for him to regain vigor Victor The pick of the litter you need to consider I don't do yom kipper gyro burger from wicker Had a dream I signed to Stones Throw made the news And then the haters A throw stones at the God like Jews Choke em out with his confederate flag Finish ya life with a shovel and bag I know these f**in devils is mad