(Woods, the Mighty)
Yo
Yo-Yo..
Verse 1:
That's the way that it unfolds
Out the way, Imma' explode
Got my sixth sense for a sixpence
This sickness is too cold
Yeah, we Cut from a different mold
Never went to no rap school
We just trained ourselves
Baby, make it bounce
Put for sale signs on our souls
So we bound to make it
(Yahh)
This the sound of crazy
(Wahh?)
This my affidavit
I rap amazing
My wolf pack leaving rappers wasted
With a gat to your back we gon' laugh and take it
This game is ours
Yeah gaze in awe as I eat this beat like filet mignon
b**h raw...
Hook:
I got all these hoes on my dick
I tell em bounce
(Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
All these dudes on my sh**
I tell em bounce
(Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
Think you f** with my clique
You better bounce
(Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
I like my music like my weed
Real loud!
Verse 2:
I got all these hoes on my dick
They say damn Wo- you the sh**
I got liquor up in my liver and my dick up in your b**h
You know I'm playing, but really I get her all wet when I'm spitting
I'm sicker, b**h I got the flu
I got it- not you...
I got it like I went and bought it from target while it was on sale
You prolly could tell that I'm hotter than Satan and Hell
I got em all talking-
They calling-
Phone ringing like bells
(Ring, Ring!)
I'm dropping these bread crumbs
Leaving em trails
b**h give me the crown or I'll take it
Hoe we do not take sh**s
I'm super amazing
An "S" on my chest better gimme my cape
sh**!
Don't f** with no fake sh**!
Yeah
(Hook)
(Bunten)
D-D-D-Damn!
Got them coming again
And he never pretend that he the best
Cause he know he the sh** and f** all the rest
Clenching the grip
Unloading the clip (Blow)
Right at your tip
Bunten the sh**!
Yeah I'm crazy and sick
Spitting like I'm chewing dip
I got a bone to pick with y'all cats
Talk sh** and fall the f** back
Y'all just stepping out of your line
Don't want me stepping out mine
I am outta my mind and bringing the fire
You acting like you in denial
Y'all gon' try f**ing with me
You f** with a beast
And f**boy I'm off of the leash
(Hook)
Real loud!
Yeah, I got that sh**!
b**h with a fat a** pop that sh**!
Drop that sh**!
Yeah, rock that sh**!
Ass so fat had to crop that sh**
She crazy boy, she a freak!
Pop that one time and I'm weak!
Rap to futuristic, I'm back
Head f**ed up from smoking loud pack
We ain't the same, boy, what you dumb?
Got me tripping waving that gun
I'm that motherf**er and some
In Good Humor got you like "what?"
(Hook)