[Intro: Hitman]
(Chipmunk voice)
*Puff puff* This shit hit BeeGee
[BeeGee]
(Chipmunk voice)
Aye, bro chill. Get to the track though my nigga
[Verse 1: Hitman]
(I be on that high shit)
I found out that bitches ain't loyal, nigga 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 pussy, killed the smell with a swag candle
Look, my nigga I'm on... whole eighth to myself
Whole eighth with the bros, no eighth for the hoes
I got too much, woah for them bitches; 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, bitch I rap; you niggas whack I feel that deeply
Talkin' shit but in my face use (you're) a fan, nigga that's creepy
Ahh, what the fuck is going on around my side of town
Look, them haters keep my laughing fam I love these fuckin' clowns
Look at me now, look at me frowm; mad swag is how I get down
We the best, I'm on one-bitch 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]
Niggas... be stalkin' bitches in the club
I'm on that hard shit with a bitch, I came to get it up
Velcro type of nigga, cause my attitude just got her stuck
And yes, my conscious is a virgin, cause I just don't give a fuck
Spark the bleether, hit that shit and thump the ashes on her butt
I'm done with the fuckin' conversation, trynna get a nut
I call my bitches 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' nigga talk, his thoughts are so irrational
Sever niggas with the verse, precision is so tactical
I'm on that super star; sparkle sparkle it's so magical
Killin' these niggas with the bars, the style is so imperative
Around the bitches I be cool, around them you're embarrassin'
Runnin' up on this track, because a nigga has endurance
Peep the style, this is Wrekless, now you're useless like insurance
[Verse 3: Hitman]
Look, word to my nigga Otis; I'm Smithers-Smitty
Downtown on a dime for her "hello, kitty"
Bitches 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 niggas addin' up, swag mathematical
[Verse 4: Jet 2]
Nigga, dick-head fuck you I got ambition
Y'all niggas sittin', sittin' might as well be convalescent
Art of ambition just as long as the watch is tickin'
Clock is tickin', fuck the bitches gettin' in the way of the paper chase
Whip, you see the light in me, nigga 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 niggas the Triads and Wrekless be the Yakuzas nigga
They don't kick it like we kick it, nigga you pooch it nigga
You sewage, nigga we music, nigga we do this, nigga
Thought you knew this, nigga like who them niggas?
A group of spitters, Wrekless post like eviction notice
Delivery move them niggas
Crew full of grinders, all we do is think of rails
Stick to the music while the bitches 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, nigga
[Verse 5: Hitman]
I'm from where going in is never a problem
So if a rival feelin' froggy, I got niggas to pause him
Thinkin' they icy, I defrost 'em
Give a fuck what it cost 'em
Turn 'em to water, I go harder; grown shit, I'm a father
And on my unborn daughter, AKA why niggas 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 pussy is power
[Outro: Hitman]
(Chipmunk voice)
Ahh.. haha ha Pussy is power?
You right, so I'm finna get some right after this track
Whoop!
Whoop!!
Wrekless... haha uhh, uhh
My nigga... my nigga Hitman, my nigga BeeGee... Jet 2? Ha
Wrekless, check this, no guest-list
Swag, swag, swag, swag, whooo
