[Intro: Hitman]
(Chipmunk voice)
*Puff puff* This sh*t hit BeeGee
[BeeGee]
(Chipmunk voice)
Aye, bro chill. Get to the track though my n*gga
[Verse 1: Hitman]
(I be on that high sh*t)
I found out that b*tches ain't loyal, n*gga I'm over it
Swear she's hot to the touch, but I'm like her oven mitt
Cause I know how to handle
All her friends I made examples
I killed the pus*y, killed the smell with a swag candle
Look, my n*gga I'm on... whole eighth to myself
Whole eighth with the bros, no eighth for the hoes
I got too much, woah for them b*tches; overload
I'm just into my performances, smoke and count my Os
Wrekless representative, I bang it like the set
Throw it up, I'm showing up everytime you heard I was next
I don't slack, b*tch I rap; you n*ggas whack I feel that deeply
Talkin' sh*t but in my face use (you're) a fan, n*gga that's creepy
Ahh, what the f*ck is going on around my side of town
Look, them haters keep my laughing fam I love these f*ckin' clowns
Look at me now, look at me frowm; mad swag is how I get down
We the best, I'm on one-b*tch don't duck, but shots come around
Ahh, get used to this life I live, yo' brain is satisfying
Lose your breath everytime we sex, baby girl is dying
I love the way she get on top and ride me like a stallion
She need some kind of reward, crown or medallion
[Verse 2: BeeGee]
n*ggas... be stalkin' b*tches in the club
I'm on that hard sh*t with a b*tch, I came to get it up
Velcro type of n*gga, cause my attitude just got her stuck
And yes, my conscious is a virgin, cause I just don't give a f*ck
Spark the bleether, hit that sh*t and thump the ashes on her butt
I'm done with the f*ckin' conversation, trynna get a nut
I call my b*tches 2k, cause I play 'em everyday
I'm all about the struggle, but I'm rappin' like I got it made
I hope you got the memo, I'm about to go national
I let a hatin' n*gga talk, his thoughts are so irrational
Sever n*ggas with the verse, precision is so tactical
I'm on that super star; sparkle sparkle it's so magical
Killin' these n*ggas with the bars, the style is so imperative
Around the b*tches I be cool, around them you're embarrassin'
Runnin' up on this track, because a n*gga has endurance
Peep the style, this is Wrekless, now you're useless like insurance
[Verse 3: Hitman]
Look, word to my n*gga Otis; I'm Smithers-Smitty
Downtown on a dime for her "hello, kitty"
b*tches wantin' my committee like some brand new titties
Moments never have a name 'til I pull out my Jimmy
I be off that freaky deaky until they comfortable
Then I'm in your wallet, give me paper like I'm punchin' holes
Don't like when it's fishy; no tuna casserole
Wrekless n*ggas addin' up, swag mathematical
[Verse 4: Jet 2]
n*gga, di*k-head f*ck you I got ambition
Y'all n*ggas sittin', sittin' might as well be convalescent
Art of ambition just as long as the watch is tickin'
Clock is tickin', f*ck the b*tches gettin' in the way of the paper chase
Whip, you see the light in me, n*gga I could be a switch
Hitman put money on they head, cause now we got 'em on the hitlist
Lyrics paint just like we drew it, if they ain't signin' they stupid
Them other n*ggas the Triads and Wrekless be the Yakuzas n*gga
They don't kick it like we kick it, n*gga you pooch it n*gga
You sewage, n*gga we music, n*gga we do this, n*gga
Thought you knew this, n*gga like who them n*ggas?
A group of spitters, Wrekless post like eviction notice
Delivery move them n*ggas
Crew full of grinders, all we do is think of rails
Stick to the music while the b*tches stick to us guess we some nails
I got a fail at multi-tasksing while on the paper
Cause I'm way too one track minded to think of failure, n*gga
[Verse 5: Hitman]
I'm from where going in is never a problem
So if a rival feelin' froggy, I got n*ggas to pause him
Thinkin' they icy, I defrost 'em
Give a f*ck what it cost 'em
Turn 'em to water, I go harder; grown sh*t, I'm a father
And on my unborn daughter, AKA why n*ggas bother?
I ain't got no time to bother, cause yo mom's up in the shower
Honesty hour, I just take it down, baby twin towers
Then right back to the shower, you feel me pus*y is power
[Outro: Hitman]
(Chipmunk voice)
Ahh.. haha ha pus*y is power?
You right, so I'm finna get some right after this track
Whoop!
Whoop!!
Wrekless... haha uhh, uhh
My n*gga... my n*gga Hitman, my n*gga BeeGee... Jet 2? Ha
Wrekless, check this, no guest-list
Swag, swag, swag, swag, whooo