Tusk by Zero Cosby Lyrics
[Verse 1]:
You niggas ain't famous
You sucking dick for them likes
Them bitches steady complaining
Until I'm grabbing for knives
I'll toss a nigga in a coffin
Let him end his own life
And while you losers tryna win
I'm probably fucking your wife
I guess I should have
Known better right?
And I ain't for the crying
So grab another wipe
And wipe some fucking ass
You kissing up to your boss bitch
I never floss
Or never flex
As if I'm unking for lunches
Fuck it is loc?
Oh I see you got that car
I got a fucking Krooked
You can't even go that far
And I fucking shit
See I ain't mean to go that hard
And I don't fuck with you losers
That's coming straight from the heart
So quit your bragging
And shagging
You Niggas barely can eat
Your baby need some fucking clothes
But yet you packing the heat
Nah, I ain't with the shit
So where's the Pepto Bismol
And Cosby ain't no rapist
I'm the one with the Zero
You got your nice clothes
And your money is great
You think you running shit
You really need to run out the state
Them feds is coming for you, boy
You better cop them new Nikes
And "Run, Forest, Run"
Before the white pop-sies
[Hook]:
Niggas wanna flex
Okay
Imma show them how it's done
Imma show them my way
I could do it anytime
Anywhere, any place
I ain't really with the fakes
So ain't no reason to debate
Fuck your chains, nigga
I'm swinging on ropes
And hoping you get tombstoned
Or possibly choked
I'm busy digging your grave
That's where your bitch ass should be
And why you fucking hating
When I'm shit that you could be
I'm sorry that you're lazy
You just hang with your dudes, right?
And now you getting mad because you
Ain't you, right?
Well you can hold the brakes
But nigga I ain't never stopping
All you need to buy is cereal
To see it's really popping
[Hook]
You niggas ain't famous
You sucking dick for them likes
Them bitches steady complaining
Until I'm grabbing for knives
I'll toss a nigga in a coffin
Let him end his own life
And while you losers tryna win
I'm probably fucking your wife
I guess I should have
Known better right?
And I ain't for the crying
So grab another wipe
And wipe some fucking ass
You kissing up to your boss bitch
I never floss
Or never flex
As if I'm unking for lunches
Fuck it is loc?
Oh I see you got that car
I got a fucking Krooked
You can't even go that far
And I fucking shit
See I ain't mean to go that hard
And I don't fuck with you losers
That's coming straight from the heart
So quit your bragging
And shagging
You Niggas barely can eat
Your baby need some fucking clothes
But yet you packing the heat
Nah, I ain't with the shit
So where's the Pepto Bismol
And Cosby ain't no rapist
I'm the one with the Zero
You got your nice clothes
And your money is great
You think you running shit
You really need to run out the state
Them feds is coming for you, boy
You better cop them new Nikes
And "Run, Forest, Run"
Before the white pop-sies
[Hook]:
Niggas wanna flex
Okay
Imma show them how it's done
Imma show them my way
I could do it anytime
Anywhere, any place
I ain't really with the fakes
So ain't no reason to debate
Fuck your chains, nigga
I'm swinging on ropes
And hoping you get tombstoned
Or possibly choked
I'm busy digging your grave
That's where your bitch ass should be
And why you fucking hating
When I'm shit that you could be
I'm sorry that you're lazy
You just hang with your dudes, right?
And now you getting mad because you
Ain't you, right?
Well you can hold the brakes
But nigga I ain't never stopping
All you need to buy is cereal
To see it's really popping
[Hook]