CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : LOONEYTUNESFREESTYLE
All of you n***as, you pu**y, get swiped up
These n***as think that they hard 'cause they hyped up
'Til I pull up with that knife, they get knifed up
Gucci belt buckle, them green and red vipers
Ooh, what's the move?
I be like slatt, we gon' find you like Scooby-Doo
We put a hole in your body, size hula hoop
Catch me a body, "that's all!" just like Looney Tunes
Haha, you trippin
All this drip on my body, I might slip in
My n***as got cutters on board like a kitchen
Scope on the d**k so that b*t*h see ahead like a vision
Black and white diamonds mismatched like a domino
Had to bring the uzi 'stead of the AR it's portable
Rumor has it, you's a bunch of clowns just like the carnival
She gon' see the meat and eat it up just like a carnivore
Damn, skrt, skrt, ayy
When I f**k it sound like murder, ayy
I feed her d**k just like Gerbers, ayy
Big mac on me like the burger, ayy
Uh, damn
I f**k the b*t*h and I hop in the lamb
She gon' suck on my d**k while I finger her friend
I don't f**k with nobody, we not shaking hands
Ughh, wait
See, these n***as is losing, I'm thinking they knowing
Writing these verses, I feel like a poet
I see hidden lines, take a second, decode it
Pull up on a n***a like some pampers
Do it by myself, kill these n***as, Colonel Sanders
I'ma go and hit it from the back in my jammers
Don't work construction but I keep a hammer, huh
Y'all know that I keep a hammer
That b*t*h want f**k on me, I go bananas
I got the juice just like a Kool-Aid Jammer
Black and white designer look like a panda, uh
I could cut a n***a with no blade, uh
Shoot a n***a dead, wait, broad day, uh
And she wanna pull up on a n***a, I'ma hit it from the back
Then I pa** like okay, uh
Okay, mm
Mm, f**k you mean, mm
B*t*h your breath stank, need some Listerine, uh
Walking out the bank, pistol whistling, uh
Had to hit a stain, call me Mr. Clean
.40 my face, I'ma pull up and bust
I do not f**k with that hoe, she a sl*t
Please get the f**k off my line, all these n***as they lame
And they knew all that sh*t from the start, uh, damn
All of you n***as, you pu**y, get swiped up
These n***as think that they hard 'cause they hyped up
'Til I pull up with that knife, they get knifed up
Gucci belt buckle, them green and red vipers
Ooh, what's the move?
I be like slatt, we gon' find you like Scooby-Doo
We put a hole in your body, size hula hoop
Catch me a body, "that's all!" just like Looney Tunes
These n***as think that they hard 'cause they hyped up
'Til I pull up with that knife, they get knifed up
Gucci belt buckle, them green and red vipers
Ooh, what's the move?
I be like slatt, we gon' find you like Scooby-Doo
We put a hole in your body, size hula hoop
Catch me a body, "that's all!" just like Looney Tunes
Haha, you trippin
All this drip on my body, I might slip in
My n***as got cutters on board like a kitchen
Scope on the d**k so that b*t*h see ahead like a vision
Black and white diamonds mismatched like a domino
Had to bring the uzi 'stead of the AR it's portable
Rumor has it, you's a bunch of clowns just like the carnival
She gon' see the meat and eat it up just like a carnivore
Damn, skrt, skrt, ayy
When I f**k it sound like murder, ayy
I feed her d**k just like Gerbers, ayy
Big mac on me like the burger, ayy
Uh, damn
I f**k the b*t*h and I hop in the lamb
She gon' suck on my d**k while I finger her friend
I don't f**k with nobody, we not shaking hands
Ughh, wait
See, these n***as is losing, I'm thinking they knowing
Writing these verses, I feel like a poet
I see hidden lines, take a second, decode it
Pull up on a n***a like some pampers
Do it by myself, kill these n***as, Colonel Sanders
I'ma go and hit it from the back in my jammers
Don't work construction but I keep a hammer, huh
Y'all know that I keep a hammer
That b*t*h want f**k on me, I go bananas
I got the juice just like a Kool-Aid Jammer
Black and white designer look like a panda, uh
I could cut a n***a with no blade, uh
Shoot a n***a dead, wait, broad day, uh
And she wanna pull up on a n***a, I'ma hit it from the back
Then I pa** like okay, uh
Okay, mm
Mm, f**k you mean, mm
B*t*h your breath stank, need some Listerine, uh
Walking out the bank, pistol whistling, uh
Had to hit a stain, call me Mr. Clean
.40 my face, I'ma pull up and bust
I do not f**k with that hoe, she a sl*t
Please get the f**k off my line, all these n***as they lame
And they knew all that sh*t from the start, uh, damn
All of you n***as, you pu**y, get swiped up
These n***as think that they hard 'cause they hyped up
'Til I pull up with that knife, they get knifed up
Gucci belt buckle, them green and red vipers
Ooh, what's the move?
I be like slatt, we gon' find you like Scooby-Doo
We put a hole in your body, size hula hoop
Catch me a body, "that's all!" just like Looney Tunes
