k**a Kyleon - Get Throwed lyrics

[Lupe Fiasco] My name, L-U-P that trill n***a Lean on me like Bill Withers I'm a shark fin you a seal flipper No liquor, no weed, no pills n***a Still I feel I still iller Cat burglar with the sk**s n***a No codeine, old lean, still ODing and I cod I still with you Feel like a film, you a still picture No movement, I'm a movie screen On syrup, no sir, did it all sober like Gucci Mane From showing off I do refrain But in the v12 I do be staying On the low yes I do remain But I can pull up more autos like 2 T-Pains 2 Kanyes, 2 Lil Waynes, 5 good watches 3 good chainz Please don't think that it's coochie mane My heart running cold like choo choo trains Trae Tha Truth and Bun B, they my kinfolk All my friends f** a fan from the intro Been dope since the dog in the trench coat Now you gotta try and keep them off of this flow Like I just swept, and I just mopped And it's still wet, so you better not I'm a macbook, I go anywhere And you can't go, you're a desktop So, I know exactly where to find y'all You can find me too, all you gotta do Is follow all the foot prints that I left in your Pine-Sol [Hook] Good weed, good drank, big money, man Rolling in something foreign no leather, grippin I handle my business, so I think I deserve to get throwed Get throwed, throwed, throwed [k**a Kyleon] Leanin' to the left, keep a deuce in my linen, man Time money, what I just call it, call it minute made All I do is ball like the ‘Stros off in Minute Maid So I rock diamonds like the field, that's Minute Maid Renegade, Em and Jay, real n***a anyway So I'm gettin' money homeboy that's plenty paid I got racks on racks, that's stacks on stacks While you broke a** n***as lookin' sad gettin' penny paid Out rappin' these square a** n***as like burritos So I see chips, y'all n***as see Cheetos Ben Franks on me, plus Jacks like Tito Them other n***as fly, but they ain't fly as me though Got wings, hot wings, Superman, where my cape at On like phones, goddamn I know they hate that I'm a bad boy so my pockets lookin' Puffy like ? I rap a lot like J and his son named Jas, I make good music like Kanye jams So I'm taking off like a runway fast, in that new model, that's runway cash SS Chevy, sittin' on 4's I got a stomachache, I'm sh**tin' on hoes For my 20's, still pouring that sh** up Iron Man chest, chain got my sh** lit up [Hook] [Twista] I got a million flows in my arsenal Take a listen I will spit at you a bar or 2 I could come with something simple or more instrumental so coming up with the lyrics will be hard to do So intricate with my rock out can make you catch a ? can make her listen what that n***a doing ? saying damn a n***a flowin ? coming up with a predicate they feeling me i'm a human encyclopedia I keep it low-key instead of acting like a clown in front of the public cause I dont the like the media But I come with the piff, and the heat and the sh** and crack My flow arsenic, methamphetamine, c**aine, anthrax [Hook]