Van Gar V - Shook Ones Pt.1 (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Samworth] f** a part 2, I'ma rip apart the 1 k** it with my lyrics and leave you with none Munch all of my bread and leave behind the crumbs They call me tweedle-dee and you are just dumb founded Found it. The last hit of speed so I'm tweakadee But don't get the wrong idea I'm not an addict, I just go at it I spend evens home alone in my addict Trippin' on Psilocybin I grew in Gar V's garden I'm having such a hard time not calling Gar V 'Marcus' I am the devil I write rhymes that's why you always bump this People think trippin' sick 'till they think they tripped down a hole triple 6 deep Real sh** on that Mobb beat sh** Samworth spit have you screamin' for mommy You the type of cat to claim you are a hard G but when sh** go down you run home with a nose so snotty There ain't no room for shook ones in this crew, son TM at the top We rob people for fun Now say your prayers to the tip of my gun The mission is get money and I guess that ones done So what's next on the list, I guess what I should ask is who else we gon' hit Hotbox the world so the whole hood get lit and when we done we gon' run through ya b**h Don't stop drinkin' till we finish the kit and snort another line 'till we fix the itch Motherf**er I'm a monstar, drainin' energy, hittin' three pointers all up in these bars Sip fine wine, cigars Talkin' that bullsh** boy, get thrown out the car [Verse 2: Van Gar V] Chillin' in my garden, Samworth called me 'Marcus' Findin' it hard not to k**'em, and ditch the carcus Put the shovel in the car, cuz Carry on with my day, hope the police don't get on us Cause Sam's dead Hey that means that the team belongs to wait- Unkown's in the way Ain't lookin' for a slice, I want the whole damn cake Sprayed the K at his vest but the tef' saved his chest "The f** you sayin'?!" Tryin to get rid of the best I messed up Left alone, I'm stressed Jk, how can I be stressed when I rest with the best ses, hey? Ok, I admit, I drink a lot and it's effective Don't think it's not effectin' my sighting That's right, Bud Light perfects my wrighting Everyday Struggle, this thug's been fighting Scraps everyday but no scraps I'm biting I go through a whole plate Wait, f** an eighth less it's yay' I may f**s with the sh** and not quit it, hoot it and not boot it When you're bumpin' I mute it Shoot at me? Who's at me? Who that be? Screw it