BLVDETUCK Lyrics

Come in with a BLVDETUCK

Get fucked

End yo life

If you act tough

Get buck

Pull up inna truck

Wit spikes on the front

Like an apocalypse

Uh

Murder is the only fuckin fix

Uh

Livin my curse

Inna damn hearse

Everybody thinking I'm the damn worst

Whatchu gonna say when I blow up first

Get outta this city

Admit it bitch

You stay witty

Like what

Make bout 50 off 1 show

Then go

Toe to toe

With the next bro

Talkin' shit

It could be your life so quit it

I scared you a bit when I just said it

Why don't you admit it?

Fuck sakes bro I get it

Why don't you go n scream it

That you just hate me

And it fuckin drives you crazy

Get outta bed you lazy

N make your own track

That smacks

But you can't do that

Cause why?

You a muh fuckin rat

N that's a good treat to a crazy ass cat

So don't act like that

Bitch you might get clapped

When WVRLXCK comes in with a bat

No cap

Swing it at yo damn head

You dead

Untuck the blade

Fuckin' leave you all red

What he said

What he said

What he said

What he said

I said

Come in with a BLVDETUCK

Give a fuck

End yo life

If you act tough

Get buck

Pull up inna truck

With spikes on the front

Like an apocalypse

Uh

Murder is the only fuckin fix

Uh

Got fucked up from abandonment

But I took my music n I ran up it

Now I could give a fuck who sat on it

Imma make it blow up I plan on it

I'm on my own and that's the best

I'm the next muh fucka you don't wanna test

Hopped on to a mic n made em stressed

Now they pickin' up phones to say they impressed

So I won't ever stop for a bitch I never liked

Fuck

Never coming down like I'm just afraid of heights

Imma pump my stomach fulla venomous types

So my spit comes out like a lyrical sight

Oh that's WVRLXCK rappin' with his might

Like Thor in a 2 door spreading out fright

Like a horror show on sesame street

N I won't fuckin' stop till the noise depletes

Imma deal with the fuckers that mentioned me and

Let em fuckin' see that it ain't pretty

To fuck with a mage

On the brink of rage

Uh, making me mad so I'm burning my sage

Oh

Whatchu gonna do with that 12 guage shotgun

Pointed up at my chest?

Huh?

Pull that trigger n shoot your shell n just put me down to rest?

Huh?

Right, I'd like to see that one night

But they can't stop me even with a damn knife

Fuck I bet that they didn't even tuck it right