TOXIC Lyrics

Scoop nigga

I don't even give a fuck no more nigga

Come on now

Yo yo uh yo check

Yo how you gon come up to me and start yapping

All these foolish figures fooling flapping lips they cappin

Grappin grippin grabbin

Slammin poetry up in they face cause they be actin like they spitting facts

But they don't understand the true meaning of what it means to rap on the beat

They sneak sneak dissing belong to the children who be illin

Scoopy stay up in his vibe and he be killing god willin let my higher power do all of the thinking

When I spit my verse everybody in the room makes a face like it be stinking

Here the chains clinking and clacking what's brackin not jackin around with all this action

It's my way or highway that's where you were born cause that's where most accidents happen

When it comes to me I am the King of my City

No one in this world could ever mother fuckin be me

Undeniably the hottest out I never look for the clout

But some how it always seems to seek me out

I never thought it would happen this way but those the cards I play

There's fifty-two of them and all come into play May 28, 2004 when I was born

It doesn't make sense for me to mourn anymore I take this shit

Hardcore but what is it all for

This generation numb to gore I don't know why but I'ma stay flyer than a fly

Put that on god he got my back the man above will always keep a youngin on track and that's a fact

Incredible lies

These niggas running up they stats on they computer

Their music sounds better when it's put on the muta

I'm not a shoota only when it comes to shooting at they necks to get my angle across like an acuta

Triangle I'm undeniable reliable it's raining so I'm inside cooking up the louder boom in my room

So when you play it in your whip my sound will have your car in fumes

And when these rapper wannabes listen to it they know they doomed

When it comes to me I am the King of my City

No one in this world could ever mother fuckin be me

Undeniably the hottest out I never look for the clout

But some how it always seems to seek me out

When it comes to me I am the King of my City

No one in this world could ever mother fuckin be me

Undeniably the hottest out I never look for the clout

But some how it always seems to seek me out

Yo aye

Verse three

Comin in harder than a rock on the beach so let me preach

California heat beatin on my cheeks she said that Scoopy on fleek

Seven days out of the week but I'm not tryna here that shit right now just let a brotha speak

Cause these words I'm spitting ain't for the bummy or the cheap

Not talking economic status

I'm talking bout the bleak

Personalities that I see walking down the

Walking down the fucking street

Not knowing how to listen to lyrics just they know how to jump up and down on they feet

Until they feel a certain level of crunk has been reached