Doo Wop #5 lyrics

[Verse]
I'm comin through y'all, with the Glock buckin'
Ya whole block duckin'
Every b*tch that I'm f*ckin' with now is c*ck-suckin'
It's like I'm allergic to not f*ckin'
Ya n*ggas is faggots like Rock Hudson and Boy George
I destroy frauds with one verse
n*gga, we could knuckle up or we could let the guns burst
L is the type to murder your son first
To get my point across
Since y'all wanna chit or chat with the coppers y'all might as well join The Force
Where I'm from, believe me, snitches get killed
n*ggas be hustlin' daily tryna f*ck more b*tches than Wilt
Takin pictures in silk, gator'd up
Passport: dated up, hair braided up
I f*cked ya b*tch but I ain't rape the sl*t, she gave it up
I runnin' with Wop, you runnin' wit' me, we runnin' together
We get drunk and blunted together, but don't front, the guns is under the leather
Ready to ill, ready to kill, ready to peel
Steppin to Corle', you better be real 'cause none of my n*ggas be lettin' me chill
My crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched rappers I clap and lynch
Nobody can f*ck with the way I be killin' up sh*t in rap events
It's like soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin'
The people yell, I'm rugged as hell, brothers can tell
That none of y'all n*ggas is f*ckin' with L
When I'm that n*gga ya expect to catch wreck on any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet