"Phineas And Ferb" lyrics
Chuckyy & MAF Teeski Lyrics
Ayy, all my niggas turnt (Ayy, all my niggas turnt)
Bitch, we catchin' first degrees, get your dumb ass burned (Get your dumb ass burned)
Might mix the Wocky with the Tris (Wock', Wock'), bitch, I love to serve
Ain't no question, I stay with my brother, Phineas & Ferb (Go, go, Phineas)
Ayy, all my niggas turnt (Ayy, all my niggas turnt)
Bitch, we catchin' first degrees (Go, go), get your dumb ass burned (Get your ass burned)
Might mix the Wocky with the Tris (Go), bitch, I love to serve (Bitch, I love to serve)
Ain't no question, I stay with my brother (Yeah), Phineas & Ferb (Phineas & Ferb)
Bitch, we know Slick stay up on this shit, somethin' like a turd (Somethin' like a turd)
And bitch, we ridin' with one fifty and I ain't talkin' hurt (Grrah)
And you can tell that bitch got ass just by the way she twerk (By the way she twerk)
And you could tell this bitch gon' niggas just by the way it- hold on
Nah, you could tell this bitch gon' blow just by the way it work (By the way it work)
I hit that lil' ho from an angle, my first name ain't Kirk (My first name ain't Kirk)
I hit it quick, now she textin' me like, "You a jerk" (Nope, go)
An- and all my members super dangerous, don't get yourself hurt
Ayy, all my niggas turnt
Bitch, we catchin' first degrees, get your dumb ass burned
Might mix the Wocky with the Tris (Go), bitch, I love to serve
Ain't no question, I stay with my brother, Phineas & Ferb (Go, go, go)
Come through swingin' that stick, .45 got button, ain't got no kick (Grrah, grrah)
7.62 put 'em all in this shit, man down, we slidin', they ain't caught no breaks
Man down, warzone, we goin' on hits, spin in a fifth here tryna catch me a vic'
Let me out on the opps, gotta take me a piss, let's spin through the 5, they ain't never on piss (They ain't on piss)
Doin' that woofin', got hit in his shit, better not see a quarterback, boy, we blitz (Come here, come here)
Must not have heard 'bout the last niggas that tried to tweak with Chuckyy, boy, his ass missed (Ridin' 'round)
Tee Slick on here talkin' his shit, so I ain't even gon' hop on here dissin'
.223 go through a niggas fitted, bet your ass get left if you don't get with it, gang
Bitch, we keep on spinnin', spinnin' Trackhawks, hear that engine (Spin, spin)
Bitch, we catchin' first degrees, get your dumb ass burned (Get your dumb ass burned)
Might mix the Wocky with the Tris (Wock', Wock'), bitch, I love to serve
Ain't no question, I stay with my brother, Phineas & Ferb (Go, go, Phineas)
Ayy, all my niggas turnt (Ayy, all my niggas turnt)
Bitch, we catchin' first degrees (Go, go), get your dumb ass burned (Get your ass burned)
Might mix the Wocky with the Tris (Go), bitch, I love to serve (Bitch, I love to serve)
Ain't no question, I stay with my brother (Yeah), Phineas & Ferb (Phineas & Ferb)
Bitch, we know Slick stay up on this shit, somethin' like a turd (Somethin' like a turd)
And bitch, we ridin' with one fifty and I ain't talkin' hurt (Grrah)
And you can tell that bitch got ass just by the way she twerk (By the way she twerk)
And you could tell this bitch gon' niggas just by the way it- hold on
Nah, you could tell this bitch gon' blow just by the way it work (By the way it work)
I hit that lil' ho from an angle, my first name ain't Kirk (My first name ain't Kirk)
I hit it quick, now she textin' me like, "You a jerk" (Nope, go)
An- and all my members super dangerous, don't get yourself hurt
Ayy, all my niggas turnt
Bitch, we catchin' first degrees, get your dumb ass burned
Might mix the Wocky with the Tris (Go), bitch, I love to serve
Ain't no question, I stay with my brother, Phineas & Ferb (Go, go, go)
Come through swingin' that stick, .45 got button, ain't got no kick (Grrah, grrah)
7.62 put 'em all in this shit, man down, we slidin', they ain't caught no breaks
Man down, warzone, we goin' on hits, spin in a fifth here tryna catch me a vic'
Let me out on the opps, gotta take me a piss, let's spin through the 5, they ain't never on piss (They ain't on piss)
Doin' that woofin', got hit in his shit, better not see a quarterback, boy, we blitz (Come here, come here)
Must not have heard 'bout the last niggas that tried to tweak with Chuckyy, boy, his ass missed (Ridin' 'round)
Tee Slick on here talkin' his shit, so I ain't even gon' hop on here dissin'
.223 go through a niggas fitted, bet your ass get left if you don't get with it, gang
Bitch, we keep on spinnin', spinnin' Trackhawks, hear that engine (Spin, spin)
