Lyrics

Behold Ayy (what's up?) Niggas got me fucked up (uh-huh) Don't be talking all that shit If you ain't with that shit I'm with, nigga I said Ayy, y'all got me fucked up (uh-huh) Don't be talking all that shit If you ain't with that shit, I'm with Yeah, ayy man, blow a kiss to God (talk to 'em) Nigga, this flow's banned, it's against the law You want payback shit, I wouldn't risk the charge Tell me who's throne finna get pissed upon I'm from the land where the teenage kids are lost I got sticks for the beef like a shish kebab So nigga don't ask why I'm so twisted dawg You wanna be me? Better get your dick enlarged, come on Hip-hip hurrah, it's the don Hop the biscuits done popped This shit non-stop, Em and Pac hybrid with vengeance on top Nigga, I ain't no shit? You thrift at pawn shops Look, I done blew up more than I should deserve Maybe it's my cold and odd demeanor You can not avoid the Hopsin rebirth Niggas can't destroy my dollars either (no) Ether (talk your shit), bitch if you do not know who I am, research (Google) I tell a hoe I'm considerate, but I hope she understand, me first Ain't having your way then it gon' change, that's a no-brainer, haha Your radical stage ain't having no place in my face, praise to Allah They really hate it when the bad guy cheesin' Might as well be carrying a bat like Negan I do what I do, never liked you Hated high school, every day in class I cheated (haha) If you mad when I pass by gleaming Nigga, you just walking in the path I peed in My name got a new transpired meaning Find new fuck shit to gaslight me with Ayy (what's up?) Niggas got me fucked up (uh-huh) Don't be talking all that shit If you ain't with that shit I'm with, nigga I said Ayy, y'all got me fucked up (uh-huh) Don't be talking all that shit If you ain't with that shit, I'm with White contacts, yeah, I still be on that Back-back, I'm the bearer of bad news No straightjacket, I'm tearing the straps loose And I light up any nigga I carry the match to (that shit fire) Still repping the PCR never appease me, you stepping in feces right now (that's shit) You get left in the DCs while begging me please-please inevitably, so pipe down (shut up) (ayy) Amigo, but don't ask how I stack my C-notes (why not?) I get a kick outta eating these beats though, so the only way to define it is Hapkido (hi-yah) Oh, he nasty with it and he different motherfuckers can't admit it Jabs is hitting hard, he be slamming niggas He remind me of Popeye with his can of spinach (ah, guh-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu) Nigga, I got a flow that'll leave most folks embarrassed (nigga) If you don't wanna carry no burden, don't compare it (don't do it) If I ever dissed you, I meant that when I wrote them lyrics (wrote them lyrics) My ex and my side hoe paired up 'cause they both impaired You witnessing a live apocalypse with a force like five rhinoceroses No record of a surviving hostage I'm colossus who breaking inside the cockpit Turning pilots to lifeless objects (keep going) If you nice, then I'm twice the hot shit rivals off the hype from all It's chaos, I know it's due to the prices costin' 'Cause with Hop sin, niggas hope Christ get called in Ayy (what's up?) Niggas got me fucked up (uh-huh) Don't be talking all that shit If you ain't with that shit I'm with, nigga I said Ayy, y'all got me fucked up (uh-huh) Don't be talking all that shit If you ain't with that shit, I'm with I said, ayy (what's up?) Niggas got me fucked up (uh-huh) Don't be talking all that shit If you ain't with that shit I'm with, nigga I said, ayy, y'all got me fucked up (uh-huh) Don't be talking all that shit If you ain't with that shit, I'm with Ayy, behold Behold
Writer(s): Marcus Jamal Hopson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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