WCW lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Smokin', kickin' sh*t, f*ckin' b*tches with my n*ggas
Got a hundred, whole round, b*tch you cannot take no pictures
Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue
Don't come around me, when n*gga's pop, I don't got no feelings
I f*cked your WCW
And I swear I don't love her
f*cked her on top of the covers
Know I had to use a rubber
Diamonds on me and they're custom
Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em
I got more rhymes than Busta
I had the grind, had the hustle
Now I got muscle

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Thugger, he poured up a four, I said gimme a shot
Came from the bottom, went straight to the top
Went through the struggle, I came from the block
Now I'm on top, a young n*gga got guap
I'ma keep goin' and I'm never gon' stop
Rockin' the stage and we sellin' 'em out
We out the street, how the f*ck we gon' fly?
Book you a show, it gon' cost a whole block
Caught tryna rob and you're gonna get popped
Know you heard 'bout me sendin' them shots
These n*ggas, they hatin', they watch and they plot
Got mine out the mud and it came out the pot
Flyin' on in, I don't f*ck with no thots
Don't have to show 'em cause they know what we got
This is our year, you know we on fire
YSL sh*t, b*tch you know what we 'bout
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Smokin', kickin' sh*t, f*ckin' b*tches with my n*ggas
Got a hundred, whole round, b*tch you cannot take no pictures
Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue
Don't come around me, when n*gga's pop, I don't got no feelings
I f*cked your WCW
And I swear I don't love her
f*cked her on top of the covers
Know I had to use a rubber
Diamonds on me and they're custom
Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em
I got more rhymes than Busta
I had the grind, had the hustle
Now I got muscle

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
If you play, I'ma bust 'em
And my diamonds so brazy
They go crazy, they're custom
I'ma stay big like a buzzer
Put that check on your head like a Muslim
f*ck her real good like I love her
f*ck her real good like no other
Tee top ridin' in a drop, n*gga stop, shop
AKs fillin' up the spots, n*gga, black ops
Serve a lot, mothaf*ck the cops, n*gga what you got?
Red beams cover your whole body like the chicken pox
I'ma make her ride inside my ride
She my main b*tch? Oh yeah she lied, she my side
And I got more karats than a bunny, Clyde
No transmission, b*tch, I'm never slippin', slide
You dig that?
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Smokin', kickin' sh*t, f*ckin' b*tches with my n*ggas
Got a hundred, whole round, b*tch you cannot take no pictures
Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue
Don't come around me, when n*gga's pop, I don't got no feelings
I f*cked your WCW
And I swear I don't love her
f*cked her on top of the covers
Know I had to use a rubber
Diamonds on me and they're custom
Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em
I got more rhymes than Busta
I had the grind, had the hustle

[Bridge: Shad da God]
Cut
Trappin' out the dresser
Had them hoes in the SUV and Sprinter bus
b*tch say that they got in on a perc then we can't touch her
God pop that A3333 'fore I bust her
When I slang that mothaf*cka
Cut

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Remember me from that trap sh*t?
When I was knee high with a 3-5
Expensive denim and exotic leather
n*gga I ain't ever wore Levi
One hunnid, we solid
Real n*gga forever, gon' be there regardless
You don't ever break the code, n*gga
And never go against your partner for no ho, that's some f*ck sh*t
They were teachin' pimpin', now we're masterin' the subject
They say the early bird get it, f*ck who ain't up yet
f*ck is you mean? f*ck n*gga you lookin' for me?
I be
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Smokin', kickin' sh*t, f*ckin' b*tches with my n*ggas
Got a hundred, whole round, b*tch you cannot take no pictures
Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue
Don't come around me, when n*gga's pop, I don't got no feelings
I f*cked your WCW
And I swear I don't love her
f*cked her on top of the covers
Know I had to use a rubber
Diamonds on me and they're custom
Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em
I got more rhymes than Busta
I had the grind, had the hustle