WCW (feat. Tip, Young Thug, Duke & Shad Da God)

Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue Don't come around me, when nigga's pop, I don't got no feelings I fucked your WCW And I swear I don't love her Fucked her on top of the covers Know I had to use a rubber Diamonds on me and they're custom Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em I got more rhymes than Busta I had the grind, had the hustle Now I got muscle Thugger, he poured up a four, I said gimme a shot Came from the bottom, went straight to the top Went through the struggle, I came from the block Now I'm on top, a young nigga got guap I'ma keep goin' and I'm never gon' stop Rockin' the stage and we sellin' 'em out We out the street, how the fuck we gon' fly? Book you a show, it gon' cost a whole block Caught tryna rob and you're gonna get popped Know you heard 'bout me sendin' them shots These niggas, they hatin', they watch and they plot Got mine out the mud and it came out the pot Flyin' on in, I don't fuck with no thots Don't have to show 'em cause they know what we got This is our year, you know we on fire YSL shit, bitch you know what we 'bout Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue Don't come around me, when nigga's pop, I don't got no feelings I fucked your WCW And I swear I don't love her Fucked her on top of the covers Know I had to use a rubber Diamonds on me and they're custom Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em I got more rhymes than Busta I had the grind, had the hustle Now I got muscle If you play, I'ma bust 'em And my diamonds so brazy They go crazy, they're custom I'ma stay big like a buzzer Put that check on your head like a Muslim Fuck her real good like I love her Fuck her real good like no other Tee top ridin' in a drop, nigga stop, shop AKs fillin' up the spots, nigga, black ops Serve a lot, mothafuck the cops, nigga what you got? Red beams cover your whole body like the chicken pox I'ma make her ride inside my ride She my main bitch? Oh yeah she lied, she my side And I got more karats than a bunny, Clyde No transmission, bitch, I'm never slippin', slide You dig that? Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue Don't come around me, when nigga's pop, I don't got no feelings I fucked your WCW And I swear I don't love her Fucked her on top of the covers Know I had to use a rubber Diamonds on me and they're custom Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em I got more rhymes than Busta I had the grind, had the hustle Cut Trappin' out the dresser Had them hoes in the SUV and Sprinter bus Bitch say that they got in on a perc then we can't touch her God pop that A3333 'fore I bust her When I slang that mothafucka Cut Remember me from that trap shit? When I was knee high with a 3-5 Expensive denim and exotic leather Nigga I ain't ever wore Levi One hunnid, we solid Real nigga forever, gon' be there regardless You don't ever break the code, nigga And never go against your partner for no ho, that's some fuck shit They were teachin' pimpin', now we're masterin' the subject They say the early bird get it, fuck who ain't up yet Fuck is you mean? Fuck nigga you lookin' for me? I be Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue Don't come around me, when nigga's pop, I don't got no feelings I fucked your WCW And I swear I don't love her Fucked her on top of the covers Know I had to use a rubber Diamonds on me and they're custom Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em I got more rhymes than Busta I had the grind, had the hustle