fraze
12-19-2024, 10:09 PM
Toting big boy, AK rounds, prone to keep it low key while I spray ‘round,
If I wave the tre pound too apparent… means none of your family is leaving the playground
Yeah I’m getting live at the barbeque, young Nas with the part bout to spark the fuse
Just marked you crew, watch me swoop, blazing out the roof like the Batcar from Arkham II
You got the art confused, there are some rules you gotta harken to… ‘less you want a talking to
Where if you talkin’ you might get your jaw removed. You’re nobody til somebodies chalking you
That’s what big homie, B.I.G. told me. Got the Sig on me, don’t get your heart removed
Got a cig, and see I’m tryna spark it too. Went from Black&Mild… to dark and rude
Quick to pull your card, Remy Lebeau. Don’t care who you are. Bet’ not get me confused
Don’t get me charged up. This ain’t Pikachu. Keep the iron’s true, don’t need a beam to shoot
Go call Cyclops bout streaming views. While I creep the X-Dorms with Storm, Jean, and Rouge,
Or is it Rogue, but you know the flows so cold, on my Bobby Drake these hoes can’t keep it cool
Ricky Bobby, shake and bake, I keep it smooth, when it comes to bands you know I keep a few
Call me Mr. Fantastic, can’t see me, Sue, or Johnny Storm, cause I bring more heat than you
Call me any Thing else like that’s the thing to do, and I’m swinging for the bleachers…
Stone cold, throwing blows, til they won’t recognize your features on the evening news
If I wave the tre pound too apparent… means none of your family is leaving the playground
Yeah I’m getting live at the barbeque, young Nas with the part bout to spark the fuse
Just marked you crew, watch me swoop, blazing out the roof like the Batcar from Arkham II
You got the art confused, there are some rules you gotta harken to… ‘less you want a talking to
Where if you talkin’ you might get your jaw removed. You’re nobody til somebodies chalking you
That’s what big homie, B.I.G. told me. Got the Sig on me, don’t get your heart removed
Got a cig, and see I’m tryna spark it too. Went from Black&Mild… to dark and rude
Quick to pull your card, Remy Lebeau. Don’t care who you are. Bet’ not get me confused
Don’t get me charged up. This ain’t Pikachu. Keep the iron’s true, don’t need a beam to shoot
Go call Cyclops bout streaming views. While I creep the X-Dorms with Storm, Jean, and Rouge,
Or is it Rogue, but you know the flows so cold, on my Bobby Drake these hoes can’t keep it cool
Ricky Bobby, shake and bake, I keep it smooth, when it comes to bands you know I keep a few
Call me Mr. Fantastic, can’t see me, Sue, or Johnny Storm, cause I bring more heat than you
Call me any Thing else like that’s the thing to do, and I’m swinging for the bleachers…
Stone cold, throwing blows, til they won’t recognize your features on the evening news