Bee-Gee - I Found Out lyrics

[Intro: Hitman] (Chipmunk voice) *Puff puff* This sh** hit BeeGee [BeeGee] (Chipmunk voice) Aye, bro chill. Get to the track though my n***a [Verse 1: Hitman] (I be on that high sh**) I found out that b**hes ain't loyal, n***a I'm over it Swear she's hot to the touch, but I'm like her oven mitt Cause I know how to handle All her friends I made examples I k**ed the p**y, k**ed the smell with a swag candle Look, my n***a I'm on... whole eighth to myself Whole eighth with the bros, no eighth for the hoes I got too much, woah for them b**hes; overload I'm just into my performances, smoke and count my Os Wrekless representative, I bang it like the set Throw it up, I'm showing up everytime you heard I was next I don't slack, b**h I rap; you n***as whack I feel that deeply Talkin' sh** but in my face use (you're) a fan, n***a that's creepy Ahh, what the f** is going on around my side of town Look, them haters keep my laughing fam I love these f**in' clowns Look at me now, look at me frowm; mad swag is how I get down We the best, I'm on one-b**h don't duck, but shots come around Ahh, get used to this life I live, yo' brain is satisfying Lose your breath everytime we s**, baby girl is dying I love the way she get on top and ride me like a stallion She need some kind of reward, crown or medallion [Verse 2: BeeGee] n***as... be stalkin' b**hes in the club I'm on that hard sh** with a b**h, I came to get it up Velcro type of n***a, cause my attitude just got her stuck And yes, my conscious is a virgin, cause I just don't give a f** Spark the bleether, hit that sh** and thump the ashes on her bu*t I'm done with the f**in' conversation, trynna get a nut I call my b**hes 2k, cause I play 'em everyday I'm all about the struggle, but I'm rappin' like I got it made I hope you got the memo, I'm about to go national I let a hatin' n***a talk, his thoughts are so irrational Sever n***as with the verse, precision is so tactical I'm on that super star; sparkle sparkle it's so magical k**in' these n***as with the bars, the style is so imperative Around the b**hes I be cool, around them you're embarra**in' Runnin' up on this track, because a n***a has endurance Peep the style, this is Wrekless, now you're useless like insurance [Verse 3: Hitman] Look, word to my n***a Otis; I'm Smithers-Smitty Downtown on a dime for her "hello, kitty" b**hes wantin' my committee like some brand new titties Moments never have a name 'til I pull out my Jimmy I be off that freaky deaky until they comfortable Then I'm in your wallet, give me paper like I'm punchin' holes Don't like when it's fishy; no tuna ca**erole Wrekless n***as addin' up, swag mathematical [Verse 4: Jet 2] n***a, dick-head f** you I got ambition Y'all n***as sittin', sittin' might as well be convalescent Art of ambition just as long as the watch is tickin' Clock is tickin', f** the b**hes gettin' in the way of the paper chase Whip, you see the light in me, n***a I could be a switch Hitman put money on they head, cause now we got 'em on the hitlist Lyrics paint just like we drew it, if they ain't signin' they stupid Them other n***as the Triads and Wrekless be the Yakuzas n***a They don't kick it like we kick it, n***a you pooch it n***a You sewage, n***a we music, n***a we do this, n***a Thought you knew this, n***a like who them n***as? A group of spitters, Wrekless post like eviction notice Delivery move them n***as Crew full of grinders, all we do is think of rails Stick to the music while the b**hes stick to us guess we some nails I got a fail at multi-tasksing while on the paper Cause I'm way too one track minded to think of failure, n***a [Verse 5: Hitman] I'm from where going in is never a problem So if a rival feelin' froggy, I got n***as to pause him Thinkin' they icy, I defrost 'em Give a f** what it cost 'em Turn 'em to water, I go harder; grown sh**, I'm a father And on my unborn daughter, AKA why n***as bother? I ain't got no time to bother, cause yo mom's up in the shower Honesty hour, I just take it down, baby twin towers Then right back to the shower, you feel me p**y is power [Outro: Hitman] (Chipmunk voice) Ahh.. haha ha p**y is power? You right, so I'm finna get some right after this track Whoop! Whoop!! Wrekless... haha uhh, uhh My n***a... my n***a Hitman, my n***a BeeGee... Jet 2? Ha Wrekless, check this, no guest-list Swag, swag, swag, swag, whooo