[Intro]
Ugh
Boom, boom
Tick-tick-tick
Yeah
Five-nine, ugh
Yo
[Verse 1]
I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson, I unload with sick spit
The quick wit could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You hear a "Tick-tick," then you testin'
My saliva and spit could split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claim they the best and they head the throne since B.I.G is gone
Iff you ask me, they "Dead Wrong"
My flow is hotter than the flash from the click
When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip
You wind up in a room full of my dogs
I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
So come, come, now, get pissed on, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along?"
You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on
You probably ducked when they laid the gunshot in your song
My gun st-stutters when it speaks to you
Utter shit to repeat to you
'Nough in the clip, to give a speech to you
Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways
We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
Rap now is a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd prolly rap circles around
I'm the next best to reach a peak
Formerly known as the best kept secret—I guess that I just leaked it
Ugh
Boom, boom
Tick-tick-tick
Yeah
Five-nine, ugh
Yo
[Verse 1]
I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson, I unload with sick spit
The quick wit could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You hear a "Tick-tick," then you testin'
My saliva and spit could split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claim they the best and they head the throne since B.I.G is gone
Iff you ask me, they "Dead Wrong"
My flow is hotter than the flash from the click
When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip
You wind up in a room full of my dogs
I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
So come, come, now, get pissed on, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along?"
You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on
You probably ducked when they laid the gunshot in your song
My gun st-stutters when it speaks to you
Utter shit to repeat to you
'Nough in the clip, to give a speech to you
Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways
We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
Rap now is a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd prolly rap circles around
I'm the next best to reach a peak
Formerly known as the best kept secret—I guess that I just leaked it
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