Zebra Print - Intake lyrics

[Verse 1: Stevie McFly] Cold Stone with the money: like it, love it, gotta have it Get a nun up out her habit and we f**ing like we rabbits Gotta stab it, gotta jab it with my motherf**ing carrot Long as Elmer's shotgun when that n***a hunting wabbits My talent's apparent, you wack as white parents Spit flames with my lyrics like lighters to spirits You hear it? You fear it, cause you are not near it Prince of the East, bury me under pyramids God Hates Swag, no love between the church and me n***a steady rhyming like I'm chilling in a nursery Eenie meenie miney moaning girls up in my bed, n***a We be finding foes and putting hands upside they head, n***a Haters take six shots of gin and mix that sh** with iocane Jesus died for all our sins, let's make sure he ain't die in vain You can't sleep on me; n***a, you know your boy is bad I am the Six-Fingered Man, you are Inigo Montoya's dad [Hook: Zebra Print] Intake, outtake Do you really think that you can relate? (x4) [Verse 2: Zebra Print] Outtake! You n***as can't really relate to me Superior genes like I was one of them Levis Traveling, blue skies, south by Southwest Bag a bad Kim K on the plane, then I have me a North West. My Jesus piece protects As if it was a vest, but I wouldn't say I'm blessed Because the devil speaks in tongues where I'm from So keep your guard on, cause these n***as babble on in Babylon I am the godson of this rap sh** Bringing you n***as news that you couldn't refuse So what you want? I'm taped up in Yves Saint Laurent So carry on, cause I carry on with these loaf red bottoms on So stay in your lane, cause ZP? He stays in his zone Me and Twiggy keep it serenity From '13 'til infinity [Hook] [Verse 3: Stevie McFly] If it comes to bars, I'll murder you And if it's coke, I command lines like the terminal f** you two-bit hustlers, MOG is thirty-two See me and you fly away, I bring out the bird in you My future path is vertical: upward mobility Pull out, cum in her face: upward motility Maniac ability, I'm a brainiac and you feeling me You lame cats, your dames rats, and your brain lacks facilities She feeling me, she want me in her Majin Buu Got me feeling like I changed dimensions like it's Jungle Guu, n***a My hunger to succeed is five hundred, dude MOG, we walk up on the scene with five hundred dudes And the girls is double that; it's double, dude Me and Zebra Print, double trouble and we double rude Take a pair of twins' v's, make that sh** a w Wanna see the future? Look: it's in front of you [Hook]