Muzzle Lyrics

I told em I was cumin heavy

No jack off

I keep the packs charged up

And the backs off

I keep a couple in the truck

Let the gas off

I bring trouble to the mic

So it's mask off

X whats the word?

Cus that last was hot

You been spazzin on beats

And you been nonstop

You know they been peeped

And awaiting the drop

That's why you place hints

But they never could top

Imma hit em with another

Cus I always keep em coming

Imma crush em in the summer

Some new flows to have some fun in

Had to chop em like a buzzer

Some new circles I could run in

Covered the ground no slip covers

So I always keep em runnin

You know they get mad

When I'm back online

Crossing T's like plaid

But they couldn't align

You could sit in the back

I'm the front of the line

Off road no Amtrak

You could get in the line

So I hit em like

Which one did one

Got it out the gutter

Shells pop like war days

I'm getting it both ways

I'm comfy like forte's

I'm poppin like fourth day

Plaques jammin the hallways

I'm kicking the doorways

I'm skipping the longways

I'm capping the airways

So that's why I pulled a double

Keep my tracks up in a shuffle

Louis V up on the duffle

Cus you know I gotta hustle

Had to piece it like a puzzle

I was lacking on the muscle

Digging through just like shovel

So I'm barking like a muzzle

(Rawr Rawr)

I ain't never gotta brag

(Rawr Rawr)

Drop the sets, in a durag

(Rawr Rawr)

Got me back up in my bag

(Rawr Rawr)

Cop the jets, no speed tag

X whats the word?

Cus that last was hot

You been spazzin on beats

And you been nonstop

You know they been peeped

And awaiting the drop

That's why you place hints

But they never could top

Imma hit em with another

Cus I always keep em coming

Imma crush em in the summer

Some new flows to have some fun in

Had to chop em like a buzzer

Some new circles I could run in

Covered the ground no slip covers

So I always keep em runnin

You know they get mad

When I'm back online

Crossing T's like plaid

But they couldn't align

You could sit in the back

I'm the front of the line

Off road no Amtrak

You could get in the line

So I hit em like

Which one did one

I could do better

Glued into the footrace

I'm closing the showcase

I'm locked in my briefcase

I'm reading like bookcase

They clouding my airspace

I'm outta my headspace

I'm keeping a straight face

They want me to fake taste

So that's why I pulled a double

Keep my tracks up in a shuffle

Louis V up on the duffle

Cus' you know I gotta hustle

Had to piece it like a puzzle

I was lacking on the muscle

Diggin through just like shovel

So I'm barking like a muzzle