Mr. Fantastic ft. FMF Mike P. Lyrics

I’m the realist nigga outta Buffalo since McDoo

Walk up on me and I’ll show you what that mac a do

Load it, cock it, bang it on u like Shaq would do

Put a hole in yo ass, I see right thru you

Put a couple in yo casket cause it ain’t no sequel

Got you blowing in the wind like nigga I feel you

Had him lookin like a peppermint under dem white covers

Leakin next to his mans you can call them blood brothers

Slappin niggaz up, even tho the friendship a lie

Carrying a big 10, before I buck his eye

You Bitch ass nigga, you a pussy motherfucker

You ain’t nutin in this world, even wit a rubber

I pac 12 Trojans cause i'm banging it lik DeRozan

His girl, I wrapped her so I can spur the moment

Nigga was actin tough cause he build lik Tyson

I paid 400 for this glock and he think we fightin

Cause he thought he was slick

Thought he was fuckin wit a bitch

So I let a nigga have it til I had empty clip

I’m the 1 lik Neo

So sick lik Neyo

Personality like a trio

Run my jungle lik a Leo

Ain’t no wrestler, but I’m ready to rumple

Block shots lik Mutombo

Niggas say, uh oh (UH OH)

Cause when Ferg come around they know that it’s trouble

Mike got the pistol and im coming wit the shovel

Nigga’s just blastin, air niggaz gaspin

Niggas just not eatin, You’ll think niggas was fasting

Tryin to flip that money man like gymnastic

Niggas will disappear, getin more bricks then the thing

Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means

Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet

Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic

Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic

Ok, now imma make the money stack

if i lose it, get it back

Ridin with some killers say my name and they gon get you whacked

I ain’t with the disrespect, talking out your fucking neck

I pull the strap, you think the shit a game watch how i play with that

I heat up like a heater, bet your girl like my demeanor

I’m that nigga, she a eater why she all up on my penis

Get ya feature, i’m the goat like this ‘08 and i am weezy

niggas copy, wanna be me egos growing off the meter

And i can never cuff a skeezer i just beat it then i leave her

Shawty feening throw it back and imma catch it wide receiver

Damn i’m cold like my neck and wrist i’m a walking freezer

Ion want her i just fuck her take her back man can keep her

She like to lick my lollipop I take the girl to candy lane

Choppa bullets big so imma spray and i ain’t gotta aim

Hottest in my city give em time and they gon know my name

I’m cut from a different cloth so me and you are not the same

She say she went to Spelman well i let lil mama give me brain

FMF the family nigga way more than a fuckin gang

I was born a gangsta im a real nigga i never change

I just want the money ion give a fuck about the fame

Paranoid so i’m riding dolo when i’m in the coop

Just me and my glock so if you reach wrong nigga imma shoot

Niggas know i’m spitting fire always when im in the booth

Undefeated I’m a winner all my niggas winners too

Nigga’s just blastin, air niggaz gaspin

Niggas just not eatin, You’ll think niggaz was fasting

Tryin to flip that money man like gymnastic

Niggaz will disappear, getin more bricks then the thing

Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means

Niggas is doom, if you don’t got da ratchet

Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic

Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic

I’m from a city where the beast pray over the weak

I’m apart of the streets, B-Lo where is I creep

The hustle and the muscle comes off naturally

You’ll get tagged and body bagged if you think shit sweet

And these bitches still burning but these niggas ain’t learnin’

If your grind ain’t strong these boys will catch that ass lurkin’

Wet you like you Surfing

Dive on board or b left squirmin

Gun is a dick that’ll leave u pussy niggas squirtin

Niggas swear they solid til they gun jam and shit

Ice is solid too until you put some heat to that bitch

Prayin to god cause his life support is about to fail

Walked in a church wit a bat man, made them Christians bail

Ford vs Ferrari, wit me you can’t tell

The difference, Im speeding on my way to hell

Im a paper chaser, wit a perfect aimer

Blow your forehead off yea I call that mind easer

Niggas just blastin, air niggas gaspin

Niggas just not eatin, you’ll think niggas was fastin

Tryin to flip that money man like a gymnastic

Niggas will disappear, getin more bricks then the thing

Sumthin like the torch, got that fire by any means

Niggas iz doom, if you dnt got the ratchet

Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic

Tryin to make that money stretch Mr. fantastic

Mr. Fantastic

Mr. Fantastic

Mr. Fantastic

Mr. Fantastic