Warthog
I was linking with my lads and they said I'm smelling good
What I'm paying for this gas, yeah I think I really should
What I'm saying to the man, yeah, let's spark another wood
He said, "What?"
I said, "Huh?"
Let's just make it understood
Snow frosted back yard
Slow roasted black tar
Fire!
I was geeking off a slapper with the good fire
Air fryer whopping out the wood like a campfire
Big Spaidez never told a lie, you're a damn liar
Spraynem wipe another team with the slam fire
Bayonet wipe it till it's clean like a sapphire
Say I've been surrounded with the beams like a barbed wire
Slaying with my brothers in the East like a vampire
Big boots stepping in the slush like a wocky
Big moves repping all of us from Milwaukee
Sick crews weapons get to mush when I'm walking
Big stupid flexing get to hush when I'm talking
Ride around the town with two troops like a warthog
I've been chowing down on two scoops like a war dog
Bro will ride around with deuce deuce, not a short walk
I might slide around with who's who's like an immortal
I put the city on my back
You others wear it like a tramp stamp
Bitch I'm badbackin
Stuff that Bruce Banner in my knapsack
The Ave cracking
Bitch it's me and Daark smackin on they head
From the 414 to the 612, bitch we back again
Yeah
Yeah
I'm a big nigga
Really smackin boulders like I'm Smack-zilla
Check my stats baby
Servin out this game without no referee
Who the top rank?
Gotta ask the people, what's the referendum?
Headies coming back and forth
Man they coming back just like a pendulum
Saying Spaidez run the game
Now it's sounding something like a synonym
I'm smoking like a Seminole
She get the Johnny Sin in him
Catch a nigga in the cut
Lil bitch I'm booted up just like a Timberland
I done really fell in love with the hundreds
I ain't hearing shit if it ain't bout the money
Top floor, bitch, you know I'm bossin
Shawty look like Tyla how that water Vossin
I'mma cop the whip, fuck whats its costing
Got a bitch in Dallas and one in Austin
I ain't shy with the glizzy, bitch, I'm fucking awesome
Pockets too fat like I'm Rick Ross-ing
How I'm in your mouth like a fuckin floss is
I don't listen to em cause they steady flodgin
I be in the field, yeah, I'm Randy Moss-ing
Stick like my guitar, yeah, let's get it rockin
I be bout that motherfuckin dough
But you already know
Already done been broke before
So where the fuck am I supposed to go?
In a small town you see me touching road
Like, why the fuck you moving like a hoe?
Walk with the nine, yeah, I keep it tucked
Talking bout your bitch, man, I been fucked
What I'm paying for this gas, yeah I think I really should
What I'm saying to the man, yeah, let's spark another wood
He said, "What?"
I said, "Huh?"
Let's just make it understood
Snow frosted back yard
Slow roasted black tar
Fire!
I was geeking off a slapper with the good fire
Air fryer whopping out the wood like a campfire
Big Spaidez never told a lie, you're a damn liar
Spraynem wipe another team with the slam fire
Bayonet wipe it till it's clean like a sapphire
Say I've been surrounded with the beams like a barbed wire
Slaying with my brothers in the East like a vampire
Big boots stepping in the slush like a wocky
Big moves repping all of us from Milwaukee
Sick crews weapons get to mush when I'm walking
Big stupid flexing get to hush when I'm talking
Ride around the town with two troops like a warthog
I've been chowing down on two scoops like a war dog
Bro will ride around with deuce deuce, not a short walk
I might slide around with who's who's like an immortal
I put the city on my back
You others wear it like a tramp stamp
Bitch I'm badbackin
Stuff that Bruce Banner in my knapsack
The Ave cracking
Bitch it's me and Daark smackin on they head
From the 414 to the 612, bitch we back again
Yeah
Yeah
I'm a big nigga
Really smackin boulders like I'm Smack-zilla
Check my stats baby
Servin out this game without no referee
Who the top rank?
Gotta ask the people, what's the referendum?
Headies coming back and forth
Man they coming back just like a pendulum
Saying Spaidez run the game
Now it's sounding something like a synonym
I'm smoking like a Seminole
She get the Johnny Sin in him
Catch a nigga in the cut
Lil bitch I'm booted up just like a Timberland
I done really fell in love with the hundreds
I ain't hearing shit if it ain't bout the money
Top floor, bitch, you know I'm bossin
Shawty look like Tyla how that water Vossin
I'mma cop the whip, fuck whats its costing
Got a bitch in Dallas and one in Austin
I ain't shy with the glizzy, bitch, I'm fucking awesome
Pockets too fat like I'm Rick Ross-ing
How I'm in your mouth like a fuckin floss is
I don't listen to em cause they steady flodgin
I be in the field, yeah, I'm Randy Moss-ing
Stick like my guitar, yeah, let's get it rockin
I be bout that motherfuckin dough
But you already know
Already done been broke before
So where the fuck am I supposed to go?
In a small town you see me touching road
Like, why the fuck you moving like a hoe?
Walk with the nine, yeah, I keep it tucked
Talking bout your bitch, man, I been fucked
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Writer(s): Lee Murphy
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