RE-RUN by Mouf Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mouf]
This can't be life
When the fuck am I waking up?
That weak shit don't get to me
Better speak clearly y’all breaking up
Your bitch not my type
Y’all better off just making up
I'm candid on this canvas
I'm advanced bitch you basic fuck
When y'all niggas gon’ learn?
It ain't all about GPA
That 4.0 don't come to you
If all you do is play GTA
Y'all speculate I demonstrate
Nigga chill with y'all? Dog I'm straight
That spider sense and that third eye
That don't come from my DNA
Like dude face it you've mutated
Got two faces can't fuck with that
That plain shit that y'all came with
When that wave hit, no ducking that
That love shit
Them corny texts
It's cuffing season
Man enough with that
We getting money we collecting debt
Y'all pay it off and that come with tax
[Verse 2: Bugzy Lavoe]
I'm your favorite rapper’s favorite
City slicker slash country nigga
Talking shit on twitter every time I'm faded
In the Yota screaming yoda bumping yola
And some old school chopped screwed Ma$e shit
I see you pouring down homie double up
I hit her at her friend’s crib, walked in on us
Don't hesitate to jump in Double Dutch
Uh, What the fuck? When the fuck? Who the fuck?
All the bars that you writing ain't new to us
I'm sorry you're lame and you're corny
You probably rhyme party with Bacardi
You probably wear knock off Versace
Middle of Edison Mall jewelry
Goddamn dog get your shine on
Stunting like P. Diddy with them rhinestones
Can't nobody tell you shit
Dylan Dylan Dylan
Your salmon has no Sazon
No love around here I ain't Faizon
I don't rap with no wack niggas
Won't catch me on the phone with no Cabrons
I'll let you kick a verse to the dial tone
This can't be life
When the fuck am I waking up?
That weak shit don't get to me
Better speak clearly y’all breaking up
Your bitch not my type
Y’all better off just making up
I'm candid on this canvas
I'm advanced bitch you basic fuck
When y'all niggas gon’ learn?
It ain't all about GPA
That 4.0 don't come to you
If all you do is play GTA
Y'all speculate I demonstrate
Nigga chill with y'all? Dog I'm straight
That spider sense and that third eye
That don't come from my DNA
Like dude face it you've mutated
Got two faces can't fuck with that
That plain shit that y'all came with
When that wave hit, no ducking that
That love shit
Them corny texts
It's cuffing season
Man enough with that
We getting money we collecting debt
Y'all pay it off and that come with tax
[Verse 2: Bugzy Lavoe]
I'm your favorite rapper’s favorite
City slicker slash country nigga
Talking shit on twitter every time I'm faded
In the Yota screaming yoda bumping yola
And some old school chopped screwed Ma$e shit
I see you pouring down homie double up
I hit her at her friend’s crib, walked in on us
Don't hesitate to jump in Double Dutch
Uh, What the fuck? When the fuck? Who the fuck?
All the bars that you writing ain't new to us
I'm sorry you're lame and you're corny
You probably rhyme party with Bacardi
You probably wear knock off Versace
Middle of Edison Mall jewelry
Goddamn dog get your shine on
Stunting like P. Diddy with them rhinestones
Can't nobody tell you shit
Dylan Dylan Dylan
Your salmon has no Sazon
No love around here I ain't Faizon
I don't rap with no wack niggas
Won't catch me on the phone with no Cabrons
I'll let you kick a verse to the dial tone