Untouched. ft. TripleSixDeep & SeussNoPhD Lyrics

I'm going real crazy, we going too far

You kissing your shorty, suck dick in my car

Just give me the addy, I'm not talking bars

I see all the hate, you trying so hard

Me and Zeus, we don't wanna play games

We off in this rap shit, this shit ain't no race

I just want the money, I probably want face

Gotta stay focused and stay in the pace

My young niggas ain’t gone drive by

Swear them niggas gon' pull up on feet

I got some dead niggas, let me slide by

Got the gas like I’m never on E

Pussy niggas talking crazy but that shit don’t phase me

I swear niggas think shit is sweet

Let them pussy niggas play me, on God I’ll get crazy

And have your lil shorty on heat

Put her on fleek if she do her ex dirty

And let me go set up her brother too

I got sticks in the cut boy I put that on 6

And you know that I put that on Russell too

Took some L's then they turned to a W

That’s your homeboy then boy you in trouble too

I done been through them losses now I’m with the bosses

The struggle was real, had to hustle through

I ain’t afraid to punch a faker in his face

Told him see me in the rage

If he really with that action I'm going Luke Cage

Accidental thrashing turned him to fractions

I'll divide your mind in half and

Leave you in the fucking past tense

Call it simple math, we do not need all of your cash man

Since a youngin' chasing paper

Believe that I been had these mad ends

Why is you looking so sad man?

Is it cause you met the bad man?

And I looked you in your eyes

See Dynamite ignite

Damn my guy, what happened?

Turning your brain into madman

Now everything you speak is capping

Eating these beefs like my father would clean off his plate

When he ate in the evening

We from the underground bringing my Creatons

Got that opp pack, shout out Pistol Pete

Roll it in a spliff, tell them Rest In Peace

Rest in pieces if you ever mention me

Or my niggas, cause shit really isn't sweet

I'm from northside, not the other side

If they're out of pocket then they wanna die

I won't say much, let them wonder why

1 Call would leave these niggas traumatized

My niggas know I ain't a killer

They told me to stick with the writtens

So I polished every sentence, still got these niggas in their feelings

That's why my pen is like a Smith and

Got you looking real timid

Won't even call my niggas to pull up and do the finish

Been handling my own business, you can't relate

I should turn my back just to demonstrate