CB Radio - Wild West Shoot Out II lyrics

[Verse 1: CB Radio] I'm feeling hotter than the suns blaze So high I ain't coming down in four days Can't smoke in the house I'm puffing in the doorway Spittin' writtens at kittens ha now that's some foreplay Pa** gra** relax lets just settle down Bike tours through the city pushing peddles round Who let the dogs out we just take them to the pound Then we picking up some b**hes dress them up and hit the town Making hits, verses travel through the internet I'm eating good dinner plates silver china sets Don't believe I rap I just call you a b**h Can't believe its not bu*ter we making them hits Damn, so just look at the stats Give us time plenty rhymes well be bigger than mac Mac Miller, Mac Donalds and Bernie We k** beats instrumentals on the gurney [Verse 2: Don Juan] Yo I can't believe its not bu*ter its a world war Aunt Jemima just designed the beats for this world tour I got my waffle game up, you know its time to leggo I keep my pocket change up when your girl was prego And you know I got that raw sh** sushi uncooked Man you just eating dog sh** The haters R Kelly trapped in the closet I'm on my portebello tip she just found my hogs b**h We be Hogwarts in it you just Arnold Schwarz in it And two part jeans unzip them now we shorts in it I took my back yard put some f**ing courts in it I'm balling everyday so just get up out the way, OK I think you know its bu*ter and we fooled you Graduated in four years b**h I just schooled you Went west VT's in the rear view And don't worry I ain't gone be f**ing with my hair do [Verse 3: CB Radio] Smoke a couple Js muthaf**a we the highest Flow so grimy I've been blessed with gingivitis Where can you find this don't worry well supply hits You say the game has changing but we keep on dropping cla**ics We so original and anything but basic I've been f**ing cool since the day I had braces Second grade third grade eight years old Don Juan leprechauns chase the paper and gold But I got it in my pocket and my necklace and my wallet Yea I bought it so I flaunt it and you haters prolly want it But you can't have it were so above average Our flow is so tight like a dick in the a** is Oh that's some Nicki sh** well that's OK I flip the sh** Like flapjacks you back pack frat rappers you ain't spittin sh** Can't believe its not bu*ter b**h we finally back Don't worry mountain main yo well get you on the next track [Outro] I can't believe its not bu*ter b**h We taking over cuz you know we f**ing running sh** I can't believe its not bu*ter