Earthquake by T1-Pusha Lyrics
[Verse]
How much wood can the woodchuck chuck
If the woodchuck looked like you?
I'mma have fun, with the bitches here, done
Yeah, the woodchuck would chuck none
Think you're a big man with a big clip, man
I'mma click-click-clack
I'mma tell 'em how I see it
The only brother that I trick back, turn you into Riff Raff
Bro, I'mma kill 'em with the red blade
Gotta lift the fat when you get laid
You a waste of time like a blunt blade
Em and your mum need my upgrade
L for days, I'm switching plays
I mess with FaZe, the no-scope then I hit and blaze
In the same room that we both know you can't afford
You need my room, so accept the room
Your contents jacked, your Twitch is trash, your 'gram is that
I find it hella funny needing Cal to help save your channel
You really are scared
Tell me, are you clean or bushy?
Don't mess with you or that dumb one clipper
I took aim and I pulled the trigger
In the end tell me, who'll be bigger?
Yeah, yeah, not you g, 'cause I'ma 8-figure all time pro
Not at the top so you really don't know
Keep playing PUB, only game I see you winning as my enemy
The third degree, the guarantee, nah, you don't wanna battle me
'Cause I'mma leave you in the dirt like a sesame
Brother you are not ready
Top heavy trick with the pot belly, Rob Kelley, woah
[Pre-Chorus]
You think that the diss at your king is the wise thing to do while I'm feeding you?
I'mma keep calling you fat 'cause that's all of (what?) that I see in you
All six side boys hating 'cause a brother was the man in the whole group
Brother in the room, writing words for the tomb, 'cause I come in with a six feet
[Chorus]
Earthquake, earthquake
Earthquake, earthquake
Earthquake, earthquake
Earthquake, earthquake
How much wood can the woodchuck chuck
If the woodchuck looked like you?
I'mma have fun, with the bitches here, done
Yeah, the woodchuck would chuck none
Think you're a big man with a big clip, man
I'mma click-click-clack
I'mma tell 'em how I see it
The only brother that I trick back, turn you into Riff Raff
Bro, I'mma kill 'em with the red blade
Gotta lift the fat when you get laid
You a waste of time like a blunt blade
Em and your mum need my upgrade
L for days, I'm switching plays
I mess with FaZe, the no-scope then I hit and blaze
In the same room that we both know you can't afford
You need my room, so accept the room
Your contents jacked, your Twitch is trash, your 'gram is that
I find it hella funny needing Cal to help save your channel
You really are scared
Tell me, are you clean or bushy?
Don't mess with you or that dumb one clipper
I took aim and I pulled the trigger
In the end tell me, who'll be bigger?
Yeah, yeah, not you g, 'cause I'ma 8-figure all time pro
Not at the top so you really don't know
Keep playing PUB, only game I see you winning as my enemy
The third degree, the guarantee, nah, you don't wanna battle me
'Cause I'mma leave you in the dirt like a sesame
Brother you are not ready
Top heavy trick with the pot belly, Rob Kelley, woah
[Pre-Chorus]
You think that the diss at your king is the wise thing to do while I'm feeding you?
I'mma keep calling you fat 'cause that's all of (what?) that I see in you
All six side boys hating 'cause a brother was the man in the whole group
Brother in the room, writing words for the tomb, 'cause I come in with a six feet
[Chorus]
Earthquake, earthquake
Earthquake, earthquake
Earthquake, earthquake
Earthquake, earthquake