LeSoulBTS - What Up, b**h (Prod.Prime) lyrics

Pre-verse: Biggie said nobody knows you til' somebody k**s you I say you are about to be known when I finish you Simple rhymes for you simple minds Dissing my homie is dissing yourself, b**ha**, contrast I am a muthaf**in' monsta You're a wannabe mob-star f** you (and) whoever you ride with b**h, this is the letter to you that I am writing You and your clique better be hiding Verse: Mike the Menace? Nah, Mike The p**y Wannabe rappers feel like they f**in' shooting Uzi's Acting tough, but they the type to sue me If I heat them with those hard bars, cold arms, ah Go hard, go H.A.M or go home fam Homie this beef sh** is easy for me I murder you in one two three No fee, For free, diss me? b**h please You miss King Kong ain't got sh** on me b**h, I am beast and this beefs are my feast To release all the stress you fakes bring to me My advice kid? Let you a**hole breath Too many dicks in it might k** if not is already ease The f**ing diss to my homie was weak And you even tried to make it look like Joey and Kelhani were feat in the song RuffNeck Heavy Weight b**h you Dead Weight Wait, you didn't do it straight that diss was gay And the answer is b**h, yes, that f**ing war we want it We want it! Bridge: Any motherf**er who wants it can come and motherf**ing get it (Get it!) This is the motherf**ing LeKing calling out the motherf**ing Menace (Menace?!) Way, out my way Nah you cannot f** with me Anybody whoever wants to get in the war with this f**in' King Come on! Come on Pre-Verse This is for the enemies feeling strong like Henessy You motherf**ers are stupid Word to Pac if I see you and your pack I'ma make you motherf**ers s** on this motherf**ing sack Tell me why you mad matter fact Take your med's And while you at it take this f**ing capital L, b**h Everybody in your motherf**ing team is a motherf**ing b**h that's a f**in' fact