Master Of The Multiverse Lyrics

That boy think he hot, wet em up, Cool his gang off

Crew full of regulators, I could hang with Nate Dogg

You the rap same shit different beat but that's the same song

I think he undercover asking what Mary Jane cost

Brodie got backstabbed tryna put a lame on

My shooter like the Human Torch, all he say is Flame On

Dog said I'm cheating I ain't even switch the game on

Bitch acting freaky, she came over then got came on

Yeah you up some figures, but it's free keep it real

Slut tried to spin, I slammed her friend like I'm Shaquille

I hear some money talkin, grab my attention like a reel

You can't set the play if you was never in the field

You lost a lot of homies, can you tell me how that feels

In the deep end, damn near grew a set of gills

Yeah I been in this bitch swimming

With the gang, & we rolling hella deep

Rolling weed we don't get down like Lil Peep

You need some drank? I think I'm finna call Lil E

Barbie bitch but she get active Lil bo peep

Heard about a lick I think I'm finna have bro peep

Road running 13 hours man I ain't get no sleep

Ann Arbor shordy tryna smack her cheeks to the beat

Yeah we can fuck but I ain't spending the night

You got me fucked up if you think imma knuckle up and fight

She told me don't run off with the bag but bitch I might

Dead presidents on my mind

She a throat goat sucking dick upside down

Black hellcat you can hear it growl

308 blackout flip you upside down

So don't run off with what's mine

Coming in the game strong, I need 100Ms large

Blow him down like a bong, could give a fuck bout who's in charge

C'mon you don't have no 'vette bro that's just a damn rental car

Imma send you to the hospital, but you should be in the mental part

The way I been in 1st, they swearing I got a

damn head start

Smoking forbidden fruit, but this shit smell like a jet's fart

Come up with best ideas sleep, I'm thinking my bed smart

Man I hate my homie bitch, where he find you at, the pet smart?

Gas in my pocket so loud it sound like

La-da-di, la-da-da, la-da-da

Yeah this shit smoking

Smith & Wesson 40 get to singing it sound like

La-da-di, la-da-da, la-da-da

& if it hit, you gone be up there with

(Airplanes in the night sky, like a shooting star)

Bet they wish they could get you back

But they can't, now you gone cuz you was talking smack

Now I'm finna spark a blunt, & it's a opp pack

Bet not try to spin back cause bitch we on that

& the 40 smack like a wrecking ball,

Slide thru tryna wet em all

All I wanted was 100 thou

But all you ever did was, slow me the fuck down, i came in like the

Master of multiverse bitch I'm card cracking

Punched me a phone & some dinner these bins smacking

Better have a chug jug for these full metal jackets

Finna hit you in the top & leave your shit splattered

It's a dirty scene, & I bet Diana know how to play it

Reach the wrong way, where you stand will be where you lay at

Come try some shit if you think I'm the one to play with

You better talk to god, he gone be the one you stay with

Had to learn to scam cause I can't do one more day shift

Shordy ass was thick like some angel food cake mix

I'll snuff yo flame out like when Liu Kang fought Raiden

My pockets always full ever since I found out crime paying

I told him "put your hands up, don't make a fucking move, or else you gone die today"

He was nodding in my face like yeah

I robbed his ass, took his shit like yeah

Then I cocked my blick

"Let's make this shit quick, everything's gonna be okay"

Yeah, I shot the nigga & I got away

Hawkeye drug dealer I could hit you with a bow

Grabbing poles, I ain't stripping but we finna put on a show

Quick to turn a bitch out, specialize in give & gos

You the type wife a bitch known to walk pigeon toe

I'm the type to punch a Samsung, send your hoe on the road

Why the fuck I'm tripping, oh I forgot i just popped a toad

Why the fuck you keep tripping about a girl you hardly know

Why the fuck yo girl keep sucking, cuz I'm bout to blow

Kalo