Kung Fu Master lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy Made this one)
(Ouu Sav Killed it)

[Verse]
I'm 'bout to beat a n*gga’s ass, I'ma kung fu master
I just shot some sh*t down the middle, I'm Kung Fu Panda
I just bet one fan with doing with one f*cking with bama
f*ck around with gang, now you whole hood lighting candles
Come around it’s the red way
I think I really love this b*tch head, it’s the head shape
Your mans cooperated, I ain't gon lie that’s how feds shaped
I jus stepped on a motherf*ck, until my leg break
I’m about to the fire the cameraman, he jus kicked over the lean
Young n*gga wit big dreams, livin out his drеams
Young n*gga wit the big b’s off the new Cеline
Don’t give a f*ck about being healthy, but I want sum p’s

Where the f*ck is Simbaa at?
You might think I’m goin hard, but this pistol scratch
I got a big load, but you can’t get to that
My white boy a plug, but you can’t get to Matt
When I’m outta town my lil n*gga run the block up
When you outta town yo boyfriend f*ck yo spot up
I’m set on shootin this b*tch, all I do is spot up
I need another cough* call the doc up
Damn, I ain gon lie this the new season
Blew the mic out this b*tch, I left the booth breathin
I ain gon sh*t this time, this the poop season
I might let my mama ball on you, this the duke season

My first studio, a crackhead brought it to me
I’m in a different tax breaker, how you talkin to me?
You ain got a ride Im not pullin up, so you walkin to me
I don’t do no semis, b*tch all I tote is fully’s

I can’t lie, I love when a hoe call me papi
Bullets big nd long nd they hot, I call em Taki’s
My granny always gettin it, I call her wocky
I’m bout to beat this n*gga’s ass, you can call me Rocky
I like to fight then f*ck, you can call me toxic
A group of us hit you wit the flash, no paparazzi
We be cookin n*gga’s through this b*tch no hibachi