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Lyrify.me

Untitled by Fukkit Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

[Intro]
H E A L
Fukkster

[Verse 1]
First off, second, gon' split then I curb stomp
Wait, it's yo' third strike, swinging on curve balls
Tires gon' screech in yo' hood like a bird call
Soldier like Hurt Lock', ghost in the shirt cloth
Stop, I don't even drop like I used to
But the weekend still come with the usual
Fukkit, I don't see you scream more like you used to
Here's a preview
Why you threaten online all the Goddamn time?
Spare your breath, I'd rather die, but I can't so your life's mine
On my god flow, A.K.A. on my own flow
Maybe you just don't know, I been where you wanna go
You're too slow
You not ready, my set is
Clip gon' feel bout as long as my setlist
Leave that scar on his neck like Marcellus
Vegan bitch eat my meat while I'm smoking a backwood of lettuce
Disaster my fetish
I don't care bout that shit that you cherish, ah
You talk stupid, yo' family get buried, huh
Think he funny, don't look like Jim Carrey, I slap his ass scary, huh
[Verse 2]
Back in this bitch with a new hit, new kicks
Drum bout to spit like a toothless rude bitch
They ride my dick, talkin' new shit, ooh, yeah
But who he sound like on all of his new snips
I don’t know, Fukkit, huh
Like I don’t know, Fukkit, huh
Like I don’t know, Fukkit, like I don’t know, Fukkit, huh
Like I don’t know, Fukkit, huh
Like he don’t know, Fukkit, huh
Walk in the club with a uh, yeah
Pointing that shit at yo' love, uh (Uh, yah)
Craving that body for lunch, uh (Oh, cha)
Suck on me, shawty, like thumb, uh (Um, yah)
You talkin' stupid, get slumped, uh (Ah, yah)
He think he God, he got slumped, uh (Ah, hyah)
Nigga, yo' pants on the ground, uh (Ah, hyah)
Nigga, yo' pants on the floor, huh (Hyah), hahaha

[Verse 3]
Straight green lights, I don't stop lil' nigga
If we fight, that's you gone with the winded
I keep like, everything that I got on me neat tight
Sleep on me shit, you get pink eye
Breathe fine, for the moment allow you some peace mind
Sign of survival get squeezed dry
Ink line, signature of the beast and it's feast time
Pieces get cut in a clean slice (Yeah)