Telescoping by Fukkit Lyrics
[Intro]
Fluss
Yeah, uh
[Verse]
Much like a telescope, watching me close
We find [?], no cutting yo' throat
I ball like a janitor, cleaner than soap
My tribe like the Seminoles, yeah, we want smoke
Cop me an edible, watch how I float
These niggas want damage, receiving, unload
Droppin' the two in the liter, what for?
They love how I drip like some lean when it pour
Rock to yo' face and that shit catapult
My bitch is Caucasian, she whiter than coke
My new bitch a Asian, we chop it up slow
My music a drug, you can tell that it's dope
This maniac depression is just how I cope
I used to have dreams about dying alone
And now I realize that's the life that I chose
Better yet, maybe I don't even know
I smile like a prick 'cause I roll like a stone
So don't get run over from tryna go prone
These niggas stay lying 'bout having a home
I been a nomad since the day I was born
Just call myself Fukkit in case I do porn
I'm high in the clouds, when I rain it's a storm
If the bitch wanna fuck me I turn to a whore
Grew out my dirt, I was planted in soil
You smokin' BP, bitch, you smokin' on oil
Take a TV like I'm Teejay, I stole it
Rewire the code and remote the controller
My weed kinda stank, it smell like body odor
You say you get money, still drive a Toyota
Blunt is a [?], [?]
I drop like a bomb till it blow like a motor
Niggas my sons but I want me a daughter
Too busy with music to become a father
But she want a baby with all of her problems
'Cause I got the bread and the money to solve it
Blow with the beef, we not finna squash it
Come with the heat, like Wade and LeBron did
Shit ain't complete, so why you responding?
Paper in hand, like news corespondent
I'm with the plug, he not finna charge it
Bitch, I'm still hungry but never be starving
Stay in the room with yo' head down like Marvin
Live from the jungle, not talkin' 'bout Tarzan
Planes in the air, I'm not talkin' guitar, man
Feed you some pills till you die from the bar, Xan
I got some drink but ain't been to the bar yet
Price like a rapper, he turn to a target, huh
[Outro]
Yeah, uh
Price like a rapper, he turn to a target
Bitches love Fukkit, they know he the smartest
And he work the hardest
Heh, he do (Hah), yeah, he knew (Fluss)
Yeah, who you? (Haha) Bitch (Haha), who you? (Haha)
Yeah (Yeah), who is you?
Uh, yeah, Fukkit
Fluss
Yeah, uh
[Verse]
Much like a telescope, watching me close
We find [?], no cutting yo' throat
I ball like a janitor, cleaner than soap
My tribe like the Seminoles, yeah, we want smoke
Cop me an edible, watch how I float
These niggas want damage, receiving, unload
Droppin' the two in the liter, what for?
They love how I drip like some lean when it pour
Rock to yo' face and that shit catapult
My bitch is Caucasian, she whiter than coke
My new bitch a Asian, we chop it up slow
My music a drug, you can tell that it's dope
This maniac depression is just how I cope
I used to have dreams about dying alone
And now I realize that's the life that I chose
Better yet, maybe I don't even know
I smile like a prick 'cause I roll like a stone
So don't get run over from tryna go prone
These niggas stay lying 'bout having a home
I been a nomad since the day I was born
Just call myself Fukkit in case I do porn
I'm high in the clouds, when I rain it's a storm
If the bitch wanna fuck me I turn to a whore
Grew out my dirt, I was planted in soil
You smokin' BP, bitch, you smokin' on oil
Take a TV like I'm Teejay, I stole it
Rewire the code and remote the controller
My weed kinda stank, it smell like body odor
You say you get money, still drive a Toyota
Blunt is a [?], [?]
I drop like a bomb till it blow like a motor
Niggas my sons but I want me a daughter
Too busy with music to become a father
But she want a baby with all of her problems
'Cause I got the bread and the money to solve it
Blow with the beef, we not finna squash it
Come with the heat, like Wade and LeBron did
Shit ain't complete, so why you responding?
Paper in hand, like news corespondent
I'm with the plug, he not finna charge it
Bitch, I'm still hungry but never be starving
Stay in the room with yo' head down like Marvin
Live from the jungle, not talkin' 'bout Tarzan
Planes in the air, I'm not talkin' guitar, man
Feed you some pills till you die from the bar, Xan
I got some drink but ain't been to the bar yet
Price like a rapper, he turn to a target, huh
[Outro]
Yeah, uh
Price like a rapper, he turn to a target
Bitches love Fukkit, they know he the smartest
And he work the hardest
Heh, he do (Hah), yeah, he knew (Fluss)
Yeah, who you? (Haha) Bitch (Haha), who you? (Haha)
Yeah (Yeah), who is you?
Uh, yeah, Fukkit