Underworld Hideout ft. Chrissa SJE & Callon B Lyrics

BAPEY my feet I do not wear no prada

Golden Child Fooly I break em off proper

Underworld baby my gang what I'm proud of

I play the cut but don't make me pop out of it

Put a fork up in that boy cuz he

(Damn Fooly) Hold On

Pasta

Smoke like a rasta

Niggaz imposters

Not on the roster

Pull up in Mazda

Feel like Big Poppa

They talkin bout us

We are not bothered

Finna go big in this bitch like I'm Kafka

Fooly gon slide on the beat like I'm Kaneda

Came in with blow like I brought a harmonica

Bitch we too up and that's why they talk down on us

Huh yeah numbers is up that's we counting up

We are not counterfeit they cannot counter us

Fooly n Callon B we are not cowardice

flipping through manga I keep it a stack

Hit a new saga I been in my bag

Anime rap gods gift me the gab

Hol up wait now we all finna line it out like soul train

Underworld kid next door gotta code name

I pull up an I stunt on my old flame

he is not gang

We don't do try outs

This that new age blowin on iCloud's

Outta site I'm out of my mind now

Hear the call of a night owl

Underworld mansion pull up to the hideout

Might throw a a party and shut the whole block down

Whole team finna blow up like Kachhan

Leomon Fooly you know I'm a fire sign

Went agianst us and you know that was baka

Competition fiction don't know nothing about them

I got stamina I don't need maca

Green in cup then just know that its matcha

Pull up with Soul I'm feeling like Maka

I'm havin scythes on me for to slice em

Cover the pain wit drank I'mma spike it

Higher than Ang fliying on a bison

He is deranged you are not like him

Leave em a stain if they try and fight him

It's in my veins coursing like lightning

I'mma go big feel like a honju

I done went ghost know that still haunts you

Drought is over bitch the flood is upon you

Me and Callon we some underworld banchos

Got a problem put that shit in a fronto

Fighting demons bitch I feel like I'm Tanjiro

Clappin sumn like how Todo did Mahito

Lake view sippin a mojito

She got doubles Ds I hadda motor boat

They see the owl but this is not OVO

Stand on my business I feel like I'm Jotoro

This here the word of god but no church signs

An if I see you out then it's curbside

This is my turf and I am a earth sign

I'm rolling woodz I feel like a termite

Underworld drop dog fuck all that other noise

They finna crank that shit like its Soulja boy

Youuuu aint makin it shake like Polaroids

Newwww kids all on the block n I'm so annoyed

That is not drip dog get you a stylist

My outfits on point like a stylus

No identity you is a fraud

No itinerary yall isn't movin at all

Yeah ima go beast mode feel like a kaiju

Kill shit I'm feelin spiteful

This that shoulder lean I gotta sprite full

Big strap tucked in my Bible Belt too

I know Fooly keep one in the boot

Puff out my chest I feel like I'm typhoon

Like this like that we do not like you bitch

(Underworld)