T-Nutty - Flowmastermouth lyrics

[Intro] Aww man... whattt That n***a said he ga**ed T-Nutty Awww man them n***as is.. awww [Chorus 1: repeat 2X] Should I enter the battle mode And spit like a calico weapon With the definition of mic checkin And rippin it to the last second My n***a, hit 'em with the flow master mouth [Verse 1] Now first of all, I got a verse for y'all And I'm a serve it raw, well now my nerve are calm Fixin to switch into battle mode, and drop a bomb Yellin Geronimo, look out for y'all Like troops we shoot Lyrical bullets and poop gas, for the loot Every syllable fully produced Rap on you dudes, cause we mentally bullies Who thinks you could f** wit me When I get my a** off the curb And get to rappin fast with the words I'm just a little ba*tard concerned So I stall on n***as And stick to the bottom, of bottle To feel my thirst, rock with me I'm figna to bring the knock, to the street Like a trunk bringin knocks, to the beats Knockin n***as of they feet When they walk they walk Cause they say that talk is cheap I think you better watch, how you talk to me I come from the block, where they co*k the heat With a pa**ion, lookin up to n***as that be gastin Givin up the neighborhood, and other n***as kiss our a**es Cause we don't give a f** about you All my buddies do the nutty kung fu Choppin n***as down, from the town Where the kings were a crown Gettin money, cause we love who we do Sometimes I laugh Cause I'm the one, that dumpin through the lynchin Because of my tongue, back flippin, they trippin Cause I got more heat, than the fifty with me Seekin me, rippin these n***as, with a sentence I'm a go nuts, when it start to get intense Flippin the script, steady comin with the viscous Ty gone cut you, like barb wire fences [Chorus 2: repeat 4X] Should I enter the battle mode And spit like a calico weapon With the definition of mic checkin And rippin it to the last second My n***a, hit 'em with the flow master mouth [Verse 2] Recognize I got the antidote To get you amped, and locced You n***as rap, I hope You got to practice folks, I'm like a master Givin up the nut factor, if you askin hoe Fast or slow, I'm a gas the whole spot You might be a hog, but you live in the pork chop That I feed my dogs, ????????, and young bop And the flowheekin, named fleezo Hot with the lyricals, cop you the minerals Eat up the spot, like a fat boy Invite her to dinner bro Even if we shined identical I'm a, hit 'em with the flow, master mouth I'm dirty like, down south I murder you, when I pronounce south Every verbal feud, I'm a bounce south Get to serve a fool, cause I refuse to lose Cause I'm a n***a from cali, so peep game Throwin up the w, trouble, who wanna bang As if I'm in a diskette, this some sh** That make n***as, flip you off And try to rip you off, sit and floss Like they spittin raw But they never go against, the boss Because I rip the bar, and if ya gettin lost I'm too sick for y'all Run up on me, and the clipse are tossed Then I'm dippin off Cause I'm tryin to stay ahead, of the game Gettin breaded, for my name f**in with the, black armor I'm attackin harder, with the gat to harm ya So watch, yo mouth Cause I'm takin off, on you woofin I know that you soft, as a cushion You floss, when the hoes lookin But scared to go, two can come to the flow When you step into, a cold whoopin [Chorus 3: repeat 4X] Should I enter the battle mode And spit like a calico weapon With the definition of mic checkin And rippin it to the last second My n***a, hit 'em with the flow master mouth [Verse 3] When its bumpin, like this Its hard, to stop it Humpin like a, hound dog When home girl, pop it Ready to knock it I done shocked it I'm T-Nutty But my buddies, call me cutty With the 350, rocket I put my money, deep in my pocket At the same tame, poppin my collar When the party is on, listen, madam Do you mind, double touchin the bone I wasn't tryin to, start trouble By touchin ya thong, I'm gone Should I switch into, battle mode And spit, like a calico weapon With the definition, of mic checkin And rippin it, to the last second I got 'em thinkin, of stabbin Or rippin, the session Excuse me, if I make it a mess But guess what, its T-Nutty I'm one of the best And yes, I'm gonna confess Like the rest, of my people My n***as, that be runnin n***as over like a diesel Got everybody humpin, the same way the beat go Makin it a gangsta party Cause theres nobody wit us, but hoody rats and k**az Actin silly, I'm a philly Accidently spill you apart Excuse my pardon, turn my car to garden Turf is deeper, than the black mans million march I'm perved, ready to twerk I'm legal with betty first But I'm not stickin to the chevy with her Cause she don't got her purse, and first of all I'm sippin the pommason, blowin the bomb I'm in the middle of the pond And can't tell the different between, a duck and swan Homegirl shake it on, but after the break it down I gotta be out, further down the road Drop the bomb and it might explode T-Nutty's nut, cuttin up Switch into battle mode [Chorus 4: repeat 4X] Should I enter the battle mode And spit like a calico weapon With the definition of mic checkin And rippin it to the last second My n***a, hit 'em with the flow master mouth