Huh?!!

What up doe, world!
So this what we doing, huh?
Yea
Aight, lets get to it

Huh?!!
Sumn for my niggas
Huh?!!
Sumn for my niggas

Buu E. Radley
40 Below
Motor City in here, I'm a bad boy

Four and O
Still undefeated
Yo favorite rapper can't fuck wit' me
And he know it
Now it's time that I show it
Why his ass ain't goated
Like I'm is
Spot a snake through my eyelids
Shake and bake
I can pump fake
Put him on his booty like a pirate
How you think you gon' come at me
When you need work?
Smell pussy, I see the skirt
You niggas broads, I see the purse
You niggas fraud, should be in dirt
Scratch that
Don't curse the Earth wit' yo whack ass
Send 'em outer space
'Cause he outta place
Put him on the moon if he a jackass
Put a mc in front of me
And he gon' cry, he gon' fry
'Cause I'm spittin' that chicken grease
Muhfucka this is Popeyes
From the moment we lock eyes
Gotta let him know why I'm top five
Fuck that, I'm number one
I'm the top gun
I'm the only one
That make you run when I spit mine
'Cause I'm on line
And I'm gon' find yo ass
Like Waldo in the grass
Wit' my magnifying glass
Put the sun on you like a ant
Shine light on you like a lamp
Then rise on you like Morant
I move the people, you can't
Ever rhyme like this
Grind like this
You a student in my camp
I'm prudent with the stamp
You niggas hoes, you tramps
Gettin' pimped on by yo label
I'm independent
Willing and able
Get it out the mud
Put it on the table
Take away the veil

Huh?!!
Sumn for my niggas
Huh?!!
Sumn for my niggas

Buu E. Radley
Straight from Detrilla
(Motor City in here, I'm a bad boy)
Shout out Memphis

Just so we clear and on the same page
I say "huh?!!" 'cause I can't hear you niggas
If the nigga ain't deaf, then he ain't Buu E
If he ain't Buu E., then he ain't dope
Peep game, nigga



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Writer(s): Donte Moore Jr, Brian Jewell
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