Putter - The B-Town Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1] (A-Game) I'm a mothaf**in' beast on a beat I'm a feast on your flesh 'till the day you deceased We be grinding like your teeth in your sleep on these streets We ain't putting down the mic until the day we rest in peace Masked Vilin, Zoo Crew, A-Game put it down You other rappers should work at a circus, cause we make you look like clowns Fans gather round when we spit on a beat Far from snitches we gon' say it loud: f** the police Please, we the illest k**as fresh out of the Zoo We some Masked Vilins and you know we coming after you You are insignificant like a tear drop in the rain We don't wear necklaces because we off of the chain We be sick and insane, make your b**h give us brain Your girl's our s*ut make her scream, she's in pain We don't keep with lames, f** all you tattle-tale b**hes Cause we all know that stitches are for the mothaf**in snitches [Verse 2] (Bird) k**ing the beats, we out the Zoo I am me, but who are you? Money see monkey do, you want beef? I want beef too Chemicals I'm spitting, melting everything in vision It's a lesson I be teaching cla** in session, grab a pencil A-Game, Zoo Crew, Masked Vilin this is all I do I'm a rap 'till I die, but this ain't nothing new If you want it? Come and get it I got aim like a lieutenant One shot the whole game's finished in a minute [Verse 3] (Putter) Call me an octopus cause I'm mad armed When you hear that gun sound, you might be alarmed And I f** with the hoes just like I'm farming f** with me I'm like the SWAT team about to charge in Let me get it started, this beat's old school; Atari Split the gar, call it departing You need to get your sh** straight, parallel parking (uh yeah) Out there hating, cause your money's falling Catch me balling, smoking blunts chilling at parties Compared to Masked Vilin and A-Game you're sorry Zoo Crew take your a** on a safari No kidding, we strapped up just like an army [Verse 4] (C2) I'm something like a k**a when I be up on a track I'll turn your f**ing head around and make you face your back I put my pistol to your head, now you scared why is that? Cause you a scary b**h and that's a proven fact You always f**ing running, can you tell me why is that? Cause I am the dog and you are the cat My swag is so fly it got me looking like a jet So don't walk up on a vet I'll leave your body soak and wet Drenched in your own blood I make the low waters flood Drain it out like a tub, I'm getting nasty like some mud But I'm bout to switch it up, and I'm a do it like this My last name is Riddle and my first name is Chris And you can call me C2 cause that's who it is I'm repping Masked Vilin, 941 to the fullest Dodging all these f**ing haters like a bulletproof vest I'm a stop playing round, cause my verse is bout to end, look! [Verse 5] (D.Ship) Hop up in this b**h with the whole crew That's SwooZoo, quick to k** f** n***as just like you! We don't play around in my f**ing town n***as hit you with the steel one time and lay you f**ing down If you wanna see some real sh**, come around my way I'm a snatch your girl up with Put and leave her tame You think I'm f**ing playing? My crew's never starving, stay strapped like an army And we putting beats to rest, D.Ship's the best Come on Zoo, let's put the THC in the chest [Verse 6] (A-Game) After hearing how we spit, you'll need a therapist, Dr. Phil Everybody's sleeping on us, overstock of seroquele b**h n***as they know the deal, knowing that we all are real Talking sh** to us is when your mothaf**in' life get's sealed Wanna rap battle? Please, pick the time and place We'll make you catch a fade and leave you deader than MySpace Hah, "A Place for Friends" more like a place for your end Better watch what you say or in a grave you'll descend Telling little kids that violence is the answer We keep it sick and filthy like our f**ing name was cancer [Verse 7] (Bird) Rhymes are tight like a cameltoe, sweet like a cantaloupe Blowing on the flamest smoke, you bring the blunts? I roll the dro Try and stop me once I go, I'm rolling on E you know? Try me wrong I'll pull a gun and put a bullet in your dome Fo sho! It's the Bird mothaf**a! I be going hard in this mothaf**a! Middle fingers up to the jury and the judge Fresh off the papers I'm a smoke me a fat one To the dome, lean in my styrofoam Speed dial bad b**hes on my cell phone Now what it is, now that I'm with your b**h She give me dome, catches loads and don't even spit! Swagged out in the diamonds like Gucci Mane Hop on a track, I'm a go Waka Flame In the sky, n***a f** a parachute Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, please don't make me shoot Get back, get back, when you hear the shots pop X on your head, you gon' get your dome knocked [Verse 8] (Putter) Masked Vilin, A-Game, & Zoo Crew Make you get live in the booth, f** you wanna do? Ain't got no point to prove, poppin bottles, drinking booze Never will we ever lose, and moves they lead to doom Eat some shrooms, time to get trippy Put the barrel to your mouth if you trying to get lippy Chilling with your girl and we both feeling tipsy And I always stay smoked out like a hippie