Yung Cub - Caldwell Zoo lyrics

[Intro] Southside Caldwell zoo [Verse 1: Yung Cub] Chapped lips from all the rap sh** Kid spittin' doggin down bad b**hes Don't forget to hit kitten Mid mission pullin out on her face transmition Sam Adam sippin Damn Allen wrenchin Tight and turnin Up like the knobs on my sound system Got the Devils tongue Love got the weed khalifa lungs I'm high strung Stress to the ceilin Might spazz out on a pedestrian Less I pack a bowl tighter than a car full of mexicans My chick thick Horse a** equestrian Y'all ain't gon get the best of him Keep guessing and I'm have start chin checkin Cuz I'm such a f**in problem you forget the question Stay flexin secret texts to ya girl at night know we s**tin Get the message? Instrospection To the mind of a sinner who missed confession Thoughts progressing into madness Talkin cleavers to belibers Attacks with a deadly weapon Daddy Kane no half steppin Sicker than p**nos with digornio Dropping sauce on my erection Drunk drivin nice swerve & cursin' under my breath Damn the goddamn radio isn't workin' Feelin Worldstar famous when my girl t**n From the southside where them dudes ride never make it out [Hook] From the land of the never was Where they pack guns Shoot kids just becuz Never finished school No degrees, on the block Either end up in jail Or outlined in chalk X2 [Verse 2: No Love] Umm, so who da f** you think you f**in' wit? We love this sh** and by me I mean it's me Cub & 6 & DDD it's no secret to ya'll we runnin sh** We f** the city up, ain't nobody on Gutta's dick Not one, not none, not nada! Only smoke blunts if that sh** rolled proper! 30 backwoods & they stuffed fulla best smoke f**in fresh, bet 30k, BTF know Duckin feds might take a trip to the west coast Straight slam a couple Tinder b**hes & some ex hoes I'm a threat tho I could bring it to ya set tho You get carsick seein us in all them Vette's tho Mo-Mo-Mothaf** my enemies Ya'll should Human Centipede 30 on the end & Karimi's finally in the lead Gutta in the middle cuz he's fulla sh** & I could see him prolly gettin off on the sh** f** it, imma peace Imma beast! [Hook] [Verse 3: Yung Cub] I drink whiskey straight And chase shots with different mixtures Like I night full a drinkin ya boy never sicker I got some things I'm need to get off my chest Let me fixate my dick take this sh** with no breaths In high school I was a wild dude with a lot of big potential But I downgraded my ho to one who sat the benches In the trenches New I was the sh** from a young age teachers smelt the stenches Yung cubs my alter ego My inner hero The voice callin out listen to me ho Look at me go Moonwalk on concrete how smooth he go Let em no when we do a show I want all my haters sitting front row Whole scroll gang and Btf can be bffs Cause y'all gonna have to drop like 20 disses if you want my respect Better yet let me digress I might swim in ya girls p**y if the music make her that wet Safe bet I ball everyday blowing rent checks Check my syntex my pen stretch ryhmes to their f**in limit Vernacular so spectacular That coke flow Pusha T in a Acura Last year rhyming was just a hobby till I saw the world from a Hilton inn lobby [Outro] AC: Dumb, I been playin dumb all this time Cub: Yeah AC: I been playin f**in dumb all this time so people would rag my a** Cub: And now it's time to... AC: But in the truth of it all, I've been f**ing playing them Cub: Laying in wait