Chevy Woods - 53rd lyrics

[Intro] It's the boy Wiz Khalifa man I'm charged like a battery man Y'all n***as do what you do I'ma do what I do man [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] I'm the sickest round here when it come to the spit game Moving through the track like I do with the whip game Pull the seat back, cross over and switch lanes The music straight crack, dope, h**n, c**aine The flow load needles, numb noses and pump veins You chumps wanna be us I ain't f**ing with those lames I polly with the n***as that be f**ing with dumb change Riding big wheels, chrome grills and the chunk chains Hit the studio, burn the last til it's nothing All I need's a beat, pen and pad and a dutch flame This is Pistolvania wrong move and the pump aim n***as quick to flame you'll all lose when the pump bang n***as come at me in this rap, I can guarantee that I'ma make a million pieces of this one rain Old a** n***as tryna rap, it's a done thing I'm way sicker plus I'm probably 'round your son's age [Intro: Kev Tha Hustla] Damn Ayo, on the real I know y'all n***as like, this n***a can't be But he's bout as old as your son n***a! Y'all motherf**ers better step your game up like a Stairmaster The n***a Wiz, Kev Tha Hustla And I'm cosigning too [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I see n***as getting mad cuz I'm doing the damn thing Plus I'm a pimp and I'm screwing your damn dame I heard a lot of talk, thought you [?] n***a where's your dough, caught you and your mans [?] n***as didn't know, that was you and your man's chain Reality'll show, n***a you and your mans lame I pull up slow, sitting low in the [?] thing Birds move past, yeah this guy is an airplane Cuz I stay fly and I'm high as an airplane Always on the grind, keep my mind on my campaign I hit the ground running, go and talk to that damn pay Doing me, moving anything in my damn way n***as talk tough but star struck when the lead spray Me I keep it hunnid, in the stu every damn day You can trust that the people love what your man say Why you think they give a f** less what you can't say n***as show love, roll up when our jams quake A young boy, but I get respect like a man ay You n***as heard, and you sweet as syrup on pancakes You hate, but you n***as can't help but let the jam play b**h! [Intro: Wiz Khalifa] Man you n***as is out your f**ing minds man You should be on your grind fam I got school tomorrow n***a Get your tracks up or something man, Kev The Hustla man Show these n***as how the f** we do it, Pistolvania [Verse 3: Kev Tha Hustla] You talk, you hot f**a you not, so stop f**a You talk, you shot f**a Yo Wiz the block love us Yeah you're a rock pumper Gunner with four thumpers Black on black, back to back in 4Runners It's nothing it's more hunger You hating your who*e love us You see, I'm here to ruin your flow for sure s**a Yeah, your girl s** us you dudes ain't on your job And Wiz if it's a prob, I'm here, let's get it solved And I roll with gorillas, banana clips we them stealers Masked up, masked up to stop all your dealings You could pop if you wanna uh huh Cuz the block man I make that sh** hot like an ATL summer Palms sweating Wayne got his mean mug on So that mean one thing inf beam you gone We keep them choppers in the gra**, get to popping at your a** Cuffing all the shooters and the [?] down the ave You like gravy on the mashed potatoes, a little black tre eight'll Get you dirt mothaf**a for pesos Riding ratchet on the lap is in the stash spot, your a** shot n***as look in this red spot, spray em like chicken pox Around here it's all snow, December blocks Athleticism the only thing that I got from pops [?] [?] Been touching keys on a low [?] like Jamie Foxx You a fatigue soldier, 40s give you major pain f** around crash quick, b**h tried switching lanes Giving all the clips to lames Let em play they movie part John Claude, long arm blast with a lion heart Wish you would try to start like keys in the ignition Trench coat in the trenches posted on the benches That's your heart listen why it's beating so fast Looking for you blowing ray up out of freezer bags please Leave the flow to Kev cuz it don't happen over night Measuring that coke and soda tryna get the product right Shooters plus my squad'll fight Get dropped or die tonight 2005 version of [?] So I deal with you laters, haters give you the middle finger Flip you the bird, yeah youngin I'm absurd [Outro: Kev Tha Hustla] Yeah, it's ya boy Kev n***a The boy Wiz n***a got school tomorrow, n***a He bout as old as your son too f**in dummy Holla