CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Weapon X
That's my stunt
Huh
I'm back at it
Know it's wrong, I was serving this dope to rap addicts
It's that Wu sh*t, cutting them up like Mathematics
Yeah it's f**ked up, I tighten em up like back spasm
Tie that n***a to the back of the truck, I might drag him
And despite all of this bullsh*t, fam I ain't bragging
Need to vacate, cause this JK don't mean I'm laughing
What your n***a said? "sh*t could get thicker than molasses"
You a b*t*h that goes OT, tricking with your action
When they see me, they don't know me, n***as need glasses
Then I hit em with the "Mhm", why they breathe passion?
It's a hook, I feed em all more battle bars than B-Magic
We riding, put your seatbelt on cause we be crashing for our life
n***as stuck in the moment on some trap sh*t
Purple rolls, white bandanas, fade to black
sh*t, they blowing up, just wait, the God show up with the matches
This sh*t gon' get realer, out in muh-f**kin' Staten
n***as saying I ain't eating, so sh*t about to happen
n***as eating off my plate, I fed them n***as mad sh*t
Cocaine car keys, money in the mattress
Glock .19s and hunnid rounds, you can't imagine
Couple bad b*t*hes strolling around
Cleopatras for that green
That hammer be poking out like a cactus
Two things that bang to blow a n***a backwards
Ask them
Huh
I'm back at it
Know it's wrong, I was serving this dope to rap addicts
It's that Wu sh*t, cutting them up like Mathematics
Yeah it's f**ked up, I tighten em up like back spasm
Tie that n***a to the back of the truck, I might drag him
And despite all of this bullsh*t, fam I ain't bragging
Need to vacate, cause this JK don't mean I'm laughing
What your n***a said? "sh*t could get thicker than molasses"
You a b*t*h that goes OT, tricking with your action
When they see me, they don't know me, n***as need glasses
Then I hit em with the "Mhm", why they breathe passion?
It's a hook, I feed em all more battle bars than B-Magic
We riding, put your seatbelt on cause we be crashing for our life
n***as stuck in the moment on some trap sh*t
Purple rolls, white bandanas, fade to black
sh*t, they blowing up, just wait, the God show up with the matches
This sh*t gon' get realer, out in muh-f**kin' Staten
n***as saying I ain't eating, so sh*t about to happen
n***as eating off my plate, I fed them n***as mad sh*t
Cocaine car keys, money in the mattress
Glock .19s and hunnid rounds, you can't imagine
Couple bad b*t*hes strolling around
Cleopatras for that green
That hammer be poking out like a cactus
Two things that bang to blow a n***a backwards
Ask them
