Fuego||Quiet Hype lyrics

by

Pete Rock


[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeh
Ahh

[Verse 1: Kuro Silence]
Taking your b*tch if you're slacking
Funny you won't catch me lacking
Out the minds I'm the maddest
Out of the kids I'm the baddest
f*cking with b*tches the baddest
Quick to get dropped you the fastest

My b*tches have to be fat it's
Hilarious that is a paradox
Slim but she thick who would have thought
Need me a tiffany down to f*ck
I ain't talking thottie just want some fun
You n*ggas is tripping I'm making puns
f*cking up commas my n*ggas dumb
And if you f*ck with us that trigger's dumb

Pulling the deuce if you want to run
Up on my n*ggas you're getting stung
Don't need the heat we just wanted some
Don't really use them they weigh a ton
n*ggas can't f*ck with my worst sh*t
I'm f*cking you up with these verses
Nobody really wanna verse us it's
Hearses if I'm seeing versus

Ain't no street fighter but versing
Me is like slicing with kimbo
Blasian be using akimbo
Zae coming at you with kendo
His steel is real as my pen strokes
Chilling with mind and zarkito
Then I be chilling with dipo
Recording with Yhaunai that's heat though
If I see foes then it's heatstrokes
Firing at enemigos

Fuego
Yeah

[Hook]
Who you really want to f*ck with?
Say you got a problem and I guarantee
I'll solve it these n*ggas vegetarian
Don't want beef think I'm scared of them?
They play with polly pocket
Start mouthing I'm mollywhoping them
Fuego

Who you really want to f*ck with?
Say you got a problem
And I guarantee I'll solve it these n*ggas vegetarian don't want beef think I'm scared of them?
They play with polly pocket
I'm mollywhoping them

[Verse 2]
Me no conversate with the fake
Why you talking to me
Acting like you're really doing something
I ain't feeling that

My n*ggas said your b*tch act like a hoe
Said she's really ratchet
Wonder where she's been n*gga
How you popping slick if
You ain't close to nice
And your girl is in another n*ggas face
That don't sound right
You're suspicious
Something fishy
Better feed the puss
She's b*tching

Telling everyone your secrets
Know you know she's trying to get with me
Best control your hoe she's crazy

Murderland they bodymore
Don't want to see it anymore
Seen too many on that road
Wait for the call to say they gone
Remember hearing zae tell me n*ggas came for him
If we had an uzi spray same for n*gga that got zack
They're catching batteries and stat
f*ck with my n*ggas that's a wrap
I ain't talking bout no mic

You're fugazi
Best get it right
Act crazy you're gonna die
Don't want inner city life
But n*ggas keep pressing trying
Got a death wish I'll oblige

They say f*ck the prophet we don't need a profit and I won't deny exploring your options
This life all they know so
I ain't even tripping
But I never need it so I don't want to visit I don't want no beef Over bull f*ck with me and choppers pulled

[Outro]
Who yo really want to f*ck with?
Say you got a problem
I ain't scared of n*ggas they're playing with polly pockets guarantee I'm mollywhoping them

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