Word Up by The Great Outdoors Lyrics
Small Time Crooks
[Verse 1: HUZZAH]
Yo I'm like an offspring of awesome
Stuffing rappers in trash bags and fucking toss them it's trash day
Raps packed in the sashay
I'm in it for the cash I don't mean to be brash but
Hey, being broke ain't working, hoes getting choked if they say they ain't twerking
Nah I ain't dancing the only thing jerking is my right hand reaching for the napkins on my night stand
Still tripping and ripping these cool renants
My flu cold I write raps with warm mittens
And we in it till the last fucking hurdle
Flow getting heavy couldn't hold it with a girdle
Word up, im slurred up, hoes lifting they skirt up
'Lijah straight killing this beat, they scream murder
I'm Chuck Norris to this rap shit
Ground breaking flows like fat chicks and backflips
I cruise to bruise, hit more licks then chapped lips
Niggas is ass like they slacks in the chatless
Back to any rap niggas need more practice
Bitches back in Hollywood, catch you with an actress
No home training, cursed like a gypsy, think I'm bad now I'm even worse when im tipsy
Nipsey nigga I hustle, keep a bad asian bitch word to Russel
Fuck talking bruh we can tussle
You can talk tough but you bout as rough as a truffle
Sweet serenade, dip beats in marinade, niggas can't hear me get a hearing aid
And I even gonna front, I'm rapping for loot
We get a deal, shit I'm probably still trapped in the suit
Cause I mean, this shit is cool, but I'm tryna get paid
And secretly it's just a way to get laid so where the bitches at?
Snitches get stitches, so I never ran with they loaf
Heard you niggas dope, what's a gram to a kilo
Lil nigga you ain't fucking with my steelo
Cause I freeze MC's 0 degress below
Word to Earl, I would never sweat a bitch
Cause she gon' try to kick when she see my cheddar switch
Whack niggas better get a better pitch cause its S.T.C G.O.D we getting rich
Nigga, yeah, fuck with me
[Verse 1: HUZZAH]
Yo I'm like an offspring of awesome
Stuffing rappers in trash bags and fucking toss them it's trash day
Raps packed in the sashay
I'm in it for the cash I don't mean to be brash but
Hey, being broke ain't working, hoes getting choked if they say they ain't twerking
Nah I ain't dancing the only thing jerking is my right hand reaching for the napkins on my night stand
Still tripping and ripping these cool renants
My flu cold I write raps with warm mittens
And we in it till the last fucking hurdle
Flow getting heavy couldn't hold it with a girdle
Word up, im slurred up, hoes lifting they skirt up
'Lijah straight killing this beat, they scream murder
I'm Chuck Norris to this rap shit
Ground breaking flows like fat chicks and backflips
I cruise to bruise, hit more licks then chapped lips
Niggas is ass like they slacks in the chatless
Back to any rap niggas need more practice
Bitches back in Hollywood, catch you with an actress
No home training, cursed like a gypsy, think I'm bad now I'm even worse when im tipsy
Nipsey nigga I hustle, keep a bad asian bitch word to Russel
Fuck talking bruh we can tussle
You can talk tough but you bout as rough as a truffle
Sweet serenade, dip beats in marinade, niggas can't hear me get a hearing aid
And I even gonna front, I'm rapping for loot
We get a deal, shit I'm probably still trapped in the suit
Cause I mean, this shit is cool, but I'm tryna get paid
And secretly it's just a way to get laid so where the bitches at?
Snitches get stitches, so I never ran with they loaf
Heard you niggas dope, what's a gram to a kilo
Lil nigga you ain't fucking with my steelo
Cause I freeze MC's 0 degress below
Word to Earl, I would never sweat a bitch
Cause she gon' try to kick when she see my cheddar switch
Whack niggas better get a better pitch cause its S.T.C G.O.D we getting rich
Nigga, yeah, fuck with me