Nyck Caution - Vulcan lyrics

[Intro] x2 On the roll like dice in the cut Came through got the ice in the cup Yea I see this girl [?], and I know that she [?] Nyck villain, murder p**y, gotta' license to f** [Verse 1] Yo Let me take you to my neck of the woods Let me show you things that only a professional could You ain't do it, like I do it, this is excellence really I'm 'bouta choke the game out like I'm wrestling good You ain't saying, "What up" then stop playing with us One thing that when you talking, you portraying you tough Then actually being about you, you ain't cranking it up 'Bout to put the blanket over you, I'm [?] them up, what? I spit hot, I'm a flame from the Era I grip twat when the brain could be betta' I hit shots, 'til my wrists pop Think I'm 'bout to pop once the whole world stops when my sh** drop [Bridge] When my sh** drop, when my sh** drop When my sh**s drop, ohhhhh What! (Think I'm 'bout to pop once the whole world stops when my sh** drop) [Verse 2] I k** the track with a toe tag Feel good, but it's so sad Flow bag women for the gonads Went to school like a decade and a half So my English's well, I curtle b**hes with the vocab Yea you talk a big game, but it don't matta' You be fighting with your gocaps I'm [?] where the ghouls at No coach got the soul of an old cat Only choking in my throat rasps Everybody laughed when [?] is a joke last I guess they gotta' see their outcomes so they don't ask And everybody see that I've become the Pro Just embodied what I envisioned, and I'm [?] f** all of your feedback, yo I had my feet back [?] go black, where the ghost at Yea where the coast at, beast coast at And anybody get R.I.P, yo R.I.P I got green by the C.I.B Eat the track like I D.I.G E.R these [?] are T.I.P T.O.P, E.R you sleep on me I've been outta' my mind too professional Why you fronting like your rhymes are acceptable 'Cuz if you getting outta' line, talking 'bout your mixtape When every line is objectable I've been up on my bully, you ain't really get it If you give me something I can eat I'mma really fetch it Cook a way to make 'em pay more And you know I'm Steph Curry with the shot 'Bouta blow like a claymore Think it's time Nyck evened the odds If they came for a hero I'mma give 'em a God Nyck even the odds If they came for a hero I'mma give 'em a God [Beat Breakdown] Relax your mind, Relax your mind Relax your mind, and improve your mind And know it's time, to go