QWEEZii - Kimoji 16 {Rough Draft} lyrics

[Intro] It's that fireman track It's that fire on the track Yeah, uh Yung QWEEZii Agh agh got em Yeah, fuxk the pigs Fuxk the pigs And now I said uh Agh agh agh agh agh got em' Shots were sent out, I shot em' Agh, shouts to Dark Knight, I'se Robin F Cancer, yo [Verse 1] Say it out loud, I hate Kim yay Agh agh agh agh agh got em I been sensei n***ah, a n***ah I been this wave YUNG THUG FLOW, swish yo Someone tell Celine Dion to keep her head up And ring them bells mutherfuxker, oh yeah we'se next up/ (Leona Lewis) K-i-L-L, Kick it like well I'm hell-bent, cous I'm ready my n***a I tell'se Lynch/ MOB f**, oui ain't yes man They can't see us They can't (agh agh agh agh agh got em/ you see) Kings.Rule.Everything.My.Everything Man I swear I pour my heart in this sh**, let me sing, fine Whine, I'm home The ghost is back/ (sales, sails) (A Chip a hoy) Front & Sinner in this b**h Good dick a do that, bud/ (agh agh agh agh agh) But, I never liked a b**h who doesn't like to swallow Her pride from time to time sh** like I do mine But sometimes its uncalled for I understand all a that, but sometmes its just called for Ambidextrous, sometimes its just all 4's Nike, air-max sometimes its too mas, all force No drive, got me lookin' like "I need Adidas" This the type of sh** that's make Slim act like that Kim lady I grew up in the 80s, guess I'm built like that And n***as knew he was qweezii The n***a weez, on the track (Qweez) Agh, yo agh got em You can tell these shots It's in your gut ni**aH Harlem n***a harlem n***a Harlem Yeah, yeah yeah yeah [Verse 2] & if n***as try to flex boi (huh) I hit em with this tec I hit em up 5'9 and that n***a sick ah fuh Meth roids, poppin' all of em' n***ah i been abduct/-ed Uh n***ah I'm a martian (huh) 3hunned I'm a Spartan What? a hunned plus 10 n***a Yea, I JUST DONE IT AGAIN ni**aH n***ah, n***ah,n***ah Step that pen game up Get that fcken count right, n***ah 3-2-1 Countdown, gone n***a Be one that means gone n***a The try to stop me but I'm way too strong n***ah (Knocked out) calm n***a, ditzy baby I see you, i see you baby No more cryin' alright wavey babii, ICU I see you like Emergency I murdered the beat & beat Dre's up yeah I Beat Dre's up yea Holla How do you want it? Mind full or mindful Mindful, I'd break that down for you par-don Uh, this takes patience/ (Don Flows, QWEEZii) Doctor or patient don't matta I'll Take Care Of it, n***as be swagger jackin' I got my sh** patent Sounds like a Tom pick Legendary out in the streets of QB I'm not even from QB Yall must be runnin' the 2-3 Claimin' y'all too deep (zone) But man-to-man, it no matta yall can not, can't Stop the a**ault Look likes Gotham at fault Its QWEEZii baby Qweezii n***ah Itz Monster And tell her Agh agh agh yo agh got em See look, its 14:42 I'm tellin' n***as it real (MILITARY TIME) n***as believe in a anything dollar bills I could tell a n***a 2 & 2 ain't 4 Ya dig, ya dig I said yo he's so wavey make her wanna lick the rapper Ya dig [Outro] Cruel fxken kids grew nuts and the Ku-Klux flipped They grew up way too harsh and too rough & too hard, clutch like 1-2-1-3 uh Boyin' n***as, I heard that's my boy my n***a ya dig & of course gold-diggers report Just once let it be some D's on that b**h D's on that b**h Which is ironic, its A-B-C's It always it They want me to trip trip They want me to b-C, aye Bay-bee, b-C Cub I-C-Cup Icey hennessy flow, that's my remedies though That's turbo thot Pop it lock it errr RoboCop That's so so hot like the valleys up in at Cali n***a, n***a n***a Who piss liquor and flows wine Like they do red wine And ahead of my time A-head of my time, I is I break bread and rhyme So it comes to no surprise that my rhymes are the sh** My mind's a tick-tickin' and sh**s bout to explode BOOM, bang boxes in X's and O's A boombox a steriotype Triangles down my wall extraterrestrial type Like, E.T. that's martian And uh, and I don't stop the bars been A felonist since the day I started and I'd Bust your melon quick and then hide for 6 Wave, yea