WWE Lyrics

Who said that we ain't bringing in that heat

Bitch I'm posted up, backseat, in that blacked out GMC

I'm bringing smack downs, bitch ain't no raw, this WWE

My bitch is bad now, love when she saying "I love you" to me

Let's run it back now, I'm steady moving quiet but my tracks loud

He said that he was in that trackhawk, but he got cracked down

He said that he was whipping hellcats, let's check the facts now

That shit an SXT you need to buy a scat now

You know them shits getting discontinued

I get on the mic, cook up some shit, I got some shit to send you

Told that bitch that she a lucky bitch, I'm finna put it in you

Four Times really real, you don't know what the fuck we really been through

Posted at the mayors, I'm with Nathan, I'm posted up with Ben too

He some paper, I could fold him, you know I could rip you

Ran in his house while he was crying, I gave him a tissue

Gave me some money, only well, he said that's what I wish you

Coming in with that emotional support

I smoke a port, I'm with yo whore, and you the dude that she ignore

Look at my watch, I need the time, I see it's 4

Hop on the mic, Im putting hits out, you know they fein for more

Who said that we ain't bringing in that heat

Bitch I'm posted up, backseat, in that blacked out GMC

I'm bringing smack downs, hitting it raw bitch, WWE

My bitch is bad now, love when she saying "I love you" To me

Let's run it back now, I'm steady moving quiet but my tracks loud

He said that he was in that trackhawk, but he got cracked down

He said that he was whipping hellcats, let's check the facts now

That shit an SXT you need to buy a scat now

Selling that PCP, boy you not a pack man

I'm in the streets, all blacked out, you know you can't see me like batman

I'm in the ring, I give a smack down, can't see me like John Cena

She playing Mike & Ike all on her speakers, know she wanna meet us

Man he got pack but we know that shit ass you know you can't deceive us

I'm rapping fast, I'm singing on the mic, whosainsley Justin Bieber

And when I rap, I get up on the track, you know that shit is cleaner

And when I rap, I got that extra swag, she loving my demeanor

Back of the class, I was writing these raps, wasn't much of a speaker

Writing these raps, I know I'm finna pass, I'm smarter than my teacher

Opened my eyes, I took a step up out my mind, this shit go deeper than you think

Whipping up crack and coffee, but I spilled my creamer in the sink