Oh Bugger
Oh bugger, you shook so I hear the stutter
Real gutta, the pen make your heart flutter
Got the cutter, gemstar make his blood splutter
Splatter, rooms quiet and we don't hear the chatter
My bitch could cut the tension
Shit so long, lil shawty said it's an extension
Grip so strong, that gushy got her a victim
Clip so long, I bust with such conviction
This that dark night shit, the dark knight clique
I'm Bale with the tricks, this slipped disc, got gadgets
My cell been buzzing for years, and I ain't answered
Labels want a piece of the pie, but they can't have it
*ROOF* Fuck that junky
Talking real crazy on my shoulder like a monkey
Lil' dude just wanna be me, he a flunky
It gets real bumpy on this road, you can't punk me
Yeah, you can't punk the god
I'm gon' run up get it cracking in the parking lot
I'm the mechanic with these words, I let it spark a lot
Have you sounding real Weezy, like "The Block is Hot"
Sowdy and Dimma we a problem
Chopping like a lumberjack, stacked like a column
Two young cats sounding like we outta Harlem
But it's P city, you feel me, boy, we beyond them
Ya feel me? Feel me?
Hit it from the back, clap, clap, we filming
Feel it in you yo leg, like your muhfucking Achilles
City to city, drilling, I should start my own series
Oh bugger, bugger, bugger, I'm playing, dawg
Fiending to cut a check, I'm chilling away from y'all
Any day, now or next, any beat, style or flex
Trynna reach at the best, you boxing god in the flesh, motherfucker
Real gutta, the pen make your heart flutter
Got the cutter, gemstar make his blood splutter
Splatter, rooms quiet and we don't hear the chatter
My bitch could cut the tension
Shit so long, lil shawty said it's an extension
Grip so strong, that gushy got her a victim
Clip so long, I bust with such conviction
This that dark night shit, the dark knight clique
I'm Bale with the tricks, this slipped disc, got gadgets
My cell been buzzing for years, and I ain't answered
Labels want a piece of the pie, but they can't have it
*ROOF* Fuck that junky
Talking real crazy on my shoulder like a monkey
Lil' dude just wanna be me, he a flunky
It gets real bumpy on this road, you can't punk me
Yeah, you can't punk the god
I'm gon' run up get it cracking in the parking lot
I'm the mechanic with these words, I let it spark a lot
Have you sounding real Weezy, like "The Block is Hot"
Sowdy and Dimma we a problem
Chopping like a lumberjack, stacked like a column
Two young cats sounding like we outta Harlem
But it's P city, you feel me, boy, we beyond them
Ya feel me? Feel me?
Hit it from the back, clap, clap, we filming
Feel it in you yo leg, like your muhfucking Achilles
City to city, drilling, I should start my own series
Oh bugger, bugger, bugger, I'm playing, dawg
Fiending to cut a check, I'm chilling away from y'all
Any day, now or next, any beat, style or flex
Trynna reach at the best, you boxing god in the flesh, motherfucker
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Writer(s): Alec Hay, Isaac Sowden
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