Larro Wannah - Key Point lyrics

I swing low high low, standing toe by toe But the blow by blow hit like dose by foe You should go hide yo, maybe roll hydro Cuz you smoking if you think that I won't find you Got some static, semi automatic in my tackle box Been a savage since Cabbage Patches watching Fraggle Rock Sitting back a lot, thinking what's my next move Hopping jet blues, getting checks tryna stretch food Respect dude, I been hustling tryna get dough You got your Glock co*ked to bust shots, better get low I got the best flow on the whole island These co*ks**ers get mad cuz I'm styling I'm so over it, I feel like I control this sh** Focused on the mark, about to spark, got explosives lit I thought I told you kids you'll end up with some swollen lips Holding ribs choking with a mouth full of broken jibs I hold the fifth getting drunk while I drive dirty Got work at 6 out partying til 5:30 My mind told me that I'm only getting older But this chip that's on my shoulder twice as heavy when I'm sober So I try to drink away the pain sipping Dainy I think the whole world has gone insane tryna play me That's my mind trippin, nevermind pimpin I don't care what they talking 'bout homie I'm different Five 6's, dimes and nine b**hes I don't mind what I'm inside, I slide dick in Then I'm splitting, I don't got the proper patience Your occupation is to lie but you're not persuasive Apprehensive knowing how you girls are I'm swinging for the fences, screaming yelling World Star I'm dropping pearls, par, gems and a**orted j**els Y'all must of got yourselves confused with important dudes The softest fools act like murderers with guns drawn Til the news crews reporting live from they front lawn There's been a homicide, bullets from a rapper's gun Never that, the street's flooding in a f*ggot's blood Stacking ones, crafting raps for you backwards c*nts The type of tracks that make you cats want to pack it up And get the f** out cuz what you punks 'bout I'm back to work, grab your card homie punch out I'm back to work, grab your card homie punch out With Out Papers WOP Guinea sh**