| [Chorus]Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it | |
| Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded | |
| Head up in the street, whatever the weather whatever let’s get it in | |
| It ain’t nothing | |
| Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it | |
| Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded | |
| Homie you bugging, you ain’t thugging, what drug you on? | |
| You must be sniffing that bullshit[Verse 1] | |
| You’re rocking faggot ice, you’re a maggot commercial pretty boy | |
| Bitch ass nukka, | |
| I’ll bodybag you, slice | |
| Steal your female through emails | |
| Fight ten of you and prevail, get real gully, you will get killed | |
| I get ill, peel your grill, flesh back revealed | |
| The white meat, fights in the street | |
| I’ll brawl, don’t test next | |
| Smash a bottle, pieces of glass slash your model face | |
| Plastic surgery, lacerate your goggles | |
| Mush you, | |
| I wish you would give me a reason to bruise your facial tissue over a racial issue | |
| Dish you out the most brutal physical beating for being stereotypical, now you’re internally bleeding | |
| My trife rep gets your wife wet, my butcher knife will prep you for the afterlife so get set to repent | |
| I transform like a deceptacon and wild out on you tampon rejects then | |
| I’m gone[Chorus][Verse 2] | |
| Your gear game’s weak so you a no-name geek | |
| You front | |
| I’ll make your veins leak you fake ass cheese, my chain’s unique | |
| Nike pimpingzilla, my psyche flipping | |
| Michael Vicking you right for gripping sniping clipping you bicycle dipping | |
| Gripping the ox, | |
| I’ll thug it out box rugged | |
| You little bug, your | |
| Glock in the cupboard, rubber grip pops is stubborn | |
| Make a face when you peep me homie | |
| Break your face on | |
| GP you don’t know me, make a mistake and sleep on me | |
| I’m pulling dime bitches, my mind itches to relinquish nine bullets | |
| In a snitch’s spine, | |
| I do crime distinguished | |
| You fronting homeboy | |
| I’m stunting with a chrome toy | |
| Hunting you like it’s | |
| Rome Troy, your dome destroyed | |
| You don’t rep hip hop, you won’t step if shit pops off | |
| You’re soft rocking flip-flops and? get you props | |
| I’ll make your chick cheat then fuck her with my prick meat | |
| To a sick beat | |
| I click street like brick concrete | |
| A nick of weed, lick heat at you, you need quick feet | |
| You look sweet, you lick feet, you watch chickflicks dickweed | |
| Time elapsed, can’t rewind it back, kicked too many rhymes on the track | |
| Garbage your lines lack, you define whack | |
| Son I’ll jailhouse you, got a razor mouth full | |
| It’s doubtful you’ll evade, | |
| I’m too powerful | |
| My blade’s bout it fool, scalpel sharp, | |
| I got kicked out of school kid | |
| I could show you how to be cool[Chorus] |
| Chorus Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it | |
| Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded | |
| Head up in the street, whatever the weather whatever let' s get it in | |
| It ain' t nothing | |
| Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it | |
| Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded | |
| Homie you bugging, you ain' t thugging, what drug you on? | |
| You must be sniffing that bullshit Verse 1 | |
| You' re rocking faggot ice, you' re a maggot commercial pretty boy | |
| Bitch ass nukka, | |
| I' ll bodybag you, slice | |
| Steal your female through emails | |
| Fight ten of you and prevail, get real gully, you will get killed | |
| I get ill, peel your grill, flesh back revealed | |
| The white meat, fights in the street | |
| I' ll brawl, don' t test next | |
| Smash a bottle, pieces of glass slash your model face | |
| Plastic surgery, lacerate your goggles | |
| Mush you, | |
| I wish you would give me a reason to bruise your facial tissue over a racial issue | |
| Dish you out the most brutal physical beating for being stereotypical, now you' re internally bleeding | |
| My trife rep gets your wife wet, my butcher knife will prep you for the afterlife so get set to repent | |
| I transform like a deceptacon and wild out on you tampon rejects then | |
| I' m gone Chorus Verse 2 | |
| Your gear game' s weak so you a noname geek | |
| You front | |
| I' ll make your veins leak you fake ass cheese, my chain' s unique | |
| Nike pimpingzilla, my psyche flipping | |
| Michael Vicking you right for gripping sniping clipping you bicycle dipping | |
| Gripping the ox, | |
| I' ll thug it out box rugged | |
| You little bug, your | |
| Glock in the cupboard, rubber grip pops is stubborn | |
| Make a face when you peep me homie | |
| Break your face on | |
| GP you don' t know me, make a mistake and sleep on me | |
| I' m pulling dime bitches, my mind itches to relinquish nine bullets | |
| In a snitch' s spine, | |
| I do crime distinguished | |
| You fronting homeboy | |
| I' m stunting with a chrome toy | |
| Hunting you like it' s | |
| Rome Troy, your dome destroyed | |
| You don' t rep hip hop, you won' t step if shit pops off | |
| You' re soft rocking flipflops and? get you props | |
| I' ll make your chick cheat then fuck her with my prick meat | |
| To a sick beat | |
| I click street like brick concrete | |
| A nick of weed, lick heat at you, you need quick feet | |
| You look sweet, you lick feet, you watch chickflicks dickweed | |
| Time elapsed, can' t rewind it back, kicked too many rhymes on the track | |
| Garbage your lines lack, you define whack | |
| Son I' ll jailhouse you, got a razor mouth full | |
| It' s doubtful you' ll evade, | |
| I' m too powerful | |
| My blade' s bout it fool, scalpel sharp, | |
| I got kicked out of school kid | |
| I could show you how to be cool Chorus |
| Chorus Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it | |
| Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded | |
| Head up in the street, whatever the weather whatever let' s get it in | |
| It ain' t nothing | |
| Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it | |
| Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded | |
| Homie you bugging, you ain' t thugging, what drug you on? | |
| You must be sniffing that bullshit Verse 1 | |
| You' re rocking faggot ice, you' re a maggot commercial pretty boy | |
| Bitch ass nukka, | |
| I' ll bodybag you, slice | |
| Steal your female through emails | |
| Fight ten of you and prevail, get real gully, you will get killed | |
| I get ill, peel your grill, flesh back revealed | |
| The white meat, fights in the street | |
| I' ll brawl, don' t test next | |
| Smash a bottle, pieces of glass slash your model face | |
| Plastic surgery, lacerate your goggles | |
| Mush you, | |
| I wish you would give me a reason to bruise your facial tissue over a racial issue | |
| Dish you out the most brutal physical beating for being stereotypical, now you' re internally bleeding | |
| My trife rep gets your wife wet, my butcher knife will prep you for the afterlife so get set to repent | |
| I transform like a deceptacon and wild out on you tampon rejects then | |
| I' m gone Chorus Verse 2 | |
| Your gear game' s weak so you a noname geek | |
| You front | |
| I' ll make your veins leak you fake ass cheese, my chain' s unique | |
| Nike pimpingzilla, my psyche flipping | |
| Michael Vicking you right for gripping sniping clipping you bicycle dipping | |
| Gripping the ox, | |
| I' ll thug it out box rugged | |
| You little bug, your | |
| Glock in the cupboard, rubber grip pops is stubborn | |
| Make a face when you peep me homie | |
| Break your face on | |
| GP you don' t know me, make a mistake and sleep on me | |
| I' m pulling dime bitches, my mind itches to relinquish nine bullets | |
| In a snitch' s spine, | |
| I do crime distinguished | |
| You fronting homeboy | |
| I' m stunting with a chrome toy | |
| Hunting you like it' s | |
| Rome Troy, your dome destroyed | |
| You don' t rep hip hop, you won' t step if shit pops off | |
| You' re soft rocking flipflops and? get you props | |
| I' ll make your chick cheat then fuck her with my prick meat | |
| To a sick beat | |
| I click street like brick concrete | |
| A nick of weed, lick heat at you, you need quick feet | |
| You look sweet, you lick feet, you watch chickflicks dickweed | |
| Time elapsed, can' t rewind it back, kicked too many rhymes on the track | |
| Garbage your lines lack, you define whack | |
| Son I' ll jailhouse you, got a razor mouth full | |
| It' s doubtful you' ll evade, | |
| I' m too powerful | |
| My blade' s bout it fool, scalpel sharp, | |
| I got kicked out of school kid | |
| I could show you how to be cool Chorus |
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