WRECKING SHIT Lyrics

Yeah, uh, ghost or what, red or black, shoot you up, in the trap, uh, yous in last, uh

I walk up in the club dressed up as absolute, fuck, what

Motherfuckers cannot rock out, popping acid, drinking, smoking, that's the fucking life I'm living

Clock the fucking clock back, shawty, you give that fucking top that's unforgettable

Feeling like Mr. Incredible, I'm fucking wrecking shit, and checking you out

Baby eyes on me, I swear to God that I ain't finished sipping on that red lean

In a fucking red beam, it's not as late as it seems, but I promise, baby, by tomorrow

That I am still gonna be clean, hey, I got these couple little things that I've been thinking about

So baby, what you think, I pull up to the show, and then I bust down for the crowd and

They be talking about me, they be thinking about me, I'm mind controlling, motherfuckers

I'm supposed to be, me and Machoppa, we're coming for your neck, but I ain't the type to threat

So I shoot you in the neck, let me catch your shawty riding on my fucking body

I am not the type to hurt you, it's pathetic, then I talk to you straight forward with

some etiquette, I pull up with no predicates, though with the shits, I pulled up to your bitch's crib

And she know that I'm better, so she sucked up on this dick, and she regretted no part of it

haha, you looking jealous, I got so many VVs on my wrist, and I got one tat

But I ain't no fucking pimp, like triple X or triple 9, and I am not worth a fortune

even if I put a little bit of cap up in my rap, that don't mean that I ain't a good man, huh

I swear to God that I have got the passion and the spirit, and I will never drop something shitty again

I hopped up on the mic inside the 4D, walls around me need about an ounce to satisfy me right about now

Babe, motherfuckers cannot rock out, popping acid, drinking, smoking, that's the fucking life I'm living

Clock the fucking Glock back, shawty, you give that fucking top, it's unforgettable

Feeling like Mr. Incredible, I'm fucking wrecking shit, oh shit, I'm leaving loads deep in your bitch

She talk about the crucifix, and I dipped out don't worry, bro, I did not wanna

Well, bro, your girl, she takes too many, way before I knew that she belonged to you

She told me I can bust some shots, straight to her face, but yeah, you know what kind of shots I'm talking bout

Uh, catch a case, uh, fucking drag race, uh, to see who better, we flex our dough

Up at the show will live and die, you know that's just how it goes

When you fuck up, you gon' end up ten feet in the ground, and I'ma still be smoking

Now I'm finna roll up a 40, then I'm finna fuck your shawty, she give me sloppy like it's mama's salami

Huh, yo, hold up, bro, I wasn't finished, if you standing with me

pull up to the motherfucking show and roll up with me

I'm just trying to smoke the pain away, every second of every day

Motherfuckers cannot rock out, popping acid, drinking, smoking, that's the fucking life I'm living

Clock the fucking Glock back, shawty, you give that fucking top that's unforgettable

Feeling like Mr. Incredible, I'm fucking wrecking shit, huh, shit, oh shit

I need to pull my pants up, they just dropped down and the Glock fell out

I don't remember how to rock out, body's got no fucking motion

I do be losing focus, I've got no control, refocus, expose this, close this

Yuh, no cap, bitch, fucking wrecking shit, said I'm fucking wrecking shit, bitch

No cap, RC Burkk, said I'm fucking wrecking shit, said I'm fucking wrecking shit

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