"Madusa" lyrics
Who the fuck you think you fucking with, boy?
Bounce out the box with the blicks, boy
Blamming out the fye, you shouldn't've missed
Make her put the gang on her tits
I just be caring 'bout the bass
Clutching on my blick, I'm at your base, spot
I don't wanna shoot you, put the money in the bag
Search around your spot, know you got another stash
Point the fucking gun, where the other fucking stash?
Ducking his face, it's money on his mask
Bucking your guns and your money
Nigga know the compact SMG hit
How the fuck the compact SMG hit?
Swing the fucking SMG 'til the barrel melt
Swing the fucking SMG 'til the clip melt
Drugs, guns, that shit in my bag, in my fucking attic
Zaza pouches, that shit not no gas, that shit aromatic
Pussy nigga talking, nigga talk down, we gon' fucking thrash 'em
Numbers too high, bring your numbers down, I might cop some packs
Lil buddy wit me in your spot, lil buddy with me, when we invade your spot
Got racks to spend, but I still get by
Racks in Amiri pants, ain't too tight
Smoking on gas, watching kung-fu fight
Let me hit my fucking dope
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Jump out the whip with the blick, get to blamming
Washing away all the opps like the sandman
7.62 hit your torso, you gon' crumble up
Nigga think Lil Lazer lacked out, boy, you dumb as fuck
Give a nigga stone-face, Medusa
Run off with your shit, then I throw my deuce up
Niggas ain't chasing paper, niggas broke as fuck
I just poured a whole eighth, now I look stuck
Need to get some Colgate, your breath smell like butt
Rolex with a black face, I'm holding it up
Nigga sneak dissing, I told 'em "it's up"
Who the fuck you think you fucking with, boy?
Bounce out the box with the blicks, boy
Blamming out the fye, you shouldn't've missed
Make her put the gang on her tits
I just be caring 'bout the bass
Clutching on my blick, I'm at your base, spot
I don't wanna shoot you, put the money in the bag
Search around your spot, know you got another stash
Point the fucking gun, where the other fucking stash?
Ducking his face, it's money on his mask
Bucking your guns and your money
Nigga know the compact SMG hit
How the fuck the compact SMG hit?
Swing the fucking SMG 'til the barrel melt
Swing the fucking SMG 'til the clip melt
Drugs, guns, that shit in my bag, in my fucking attic
Zaza pouches, that shit not no gas, that shit aromatic
Bounce out the box with the blicks, boy
Blamming out the fye, you shouldn't've missed
Make her put the gang on her tits
I just be caring 'bout the bass
Clutching on my blick, I'm at your base, spot
I don't wanna shoot you, put the money in the bag
Search around your spot, know you got another stash
Point the fucking gun, where the other fucking stash?
Ducking his face, it's money on his mask
Bucking your guns and your money
Nigga know the compact SMG hit
How the fuck the compact SMG hit?
Swing the fucking SMG 'til the barrel melt
Swing the fucking SMG 'til the clip melt
Drugs, guns, that shit in my bag, in my fucking attic
Zaza pouches, that shit not no gas, that shit aromatic
Pussy nigga talking, nigga talk down, we gon' fucking thrash 'em
Numbers too high, bring your numbers down, I might cop some packs
Lil buddy wit me in your spot, lil buddy with me, when we invade your spot
Got racks to spend, but I still get by
Racks in Amiri pants, ain't too tight
Smoking on gas, watching kung-fu fight
Let me hit my fucking dope
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Jump out the whip with the blick, get to blamming
Washing away all the opps like the sandman
7.62 hit your torso, you gon' crumble up
Nigga think Lil Lazer lacked out, boy, you dumb as fuck
Give a nigga stone-face, Medusa
Run off with your shit, then I throw my deuce up
Niggas ain't chasing paper, niggas broke as fuck
I just poured a whole eighth, now I look stuck
Need to get some Colgate, your breath smell like butt
Rolex with a black face, I'm holding it up
Nigga sneak dissing, I told 'em "it's up"
Who the fuck you think you fucking with, boy?
Bounce out the box with the blicks, boy
Blamming out the fye, you shouldn't've missed
Make her put the gang on her tits
I just be caring 'bout the bass
Clutching on my blick, I'm at your base, spot
I don't wanna shoot you, put the money in the bag
Search around your spot, know you got another stash
Point the fucking gun, where the other fucking stash?
Ducking his face, it's money on his mask
Bucking your guns and your money
Nigga know the compact SMG hit
How the fuck the compact SMG hit?
Swing the fucking SMG 'til the barrel melt
Swing the fucking SMG 'til the clip melt
Drugs, guns, that shit in my bag, in my fucking attic
Zaza pouches, that shit not no gas, that shit aromatic
