U Guessed It lyrics

by

Bugatti Beez


[Verse 1]
Drunk as f*ck doing 68 on the interstate
(Stop stop bro, What the f*ck is wrong with you ?)
I'm a grown man I do what I wanna do
Uckfay on my away pig latin
With my top dropped it look like my sh*t dancin'
These other rap n*ggas better keep it rap n*gga
You know you can't f*ck with the kid n*gga Chris Hanson
b*tch I'm awesome,I'm a boss and I be flossin your girlfriend
Keep her close to you, take precaution
I glance at her and turn her kitty kat to a faucet
(Let that sink in)
n*ggas talk more than b*tches these days
Who can get the pus*y quicker these days
What the f*ck n*gga, I don't give a f*ck n*gga, f*ck n*gga
Who can turn a dollar to a milli these days!?
I'm a beast ass n*gga
You don't want these problems, how are you gone solve em'?
Never lackin', paper stackin', get a bat can
I'm a batman, who you think you robbin
Better give me MySpace, what you think you Tommin' ?
Tell the piano n*gga to chill
Till you bad b*tches doing duck lips
What the f*ck b*tch?
Was it gone take for you to give me some bill?
Hahaha, you get it?
Wrist on fridget, shoes on kick it
Kush got my motherf*cking eyes on midget
Flow go dumb, but these bars so timid
They be like, "You a lame n*gga
With some fame n*gga, and a chain n*gga"
Wait a minute, what the f*ck n*gga?
How's about I'm a rich n*gga
You a b*tch n*gga with a switch n*gga
Keep talking bullets flick and you die
Okay, b*tch I'm cool as a bag of ice
Your man is eh cause he's not even half as nice
I drop bomb n*ggas I can be a terrorist
I'm handsome don't be alarm if we jam your wife
I go H-A-R-D, I am R-A-R-E, I go H-A-M-ster on B-E-A-T
But forreal I'm a dog, I'm a dog
They gone have to call a kennel
Pull up in a presidential, looking pretty presidential
n*ggas wanna draw the line, they gone need a better pencil
All the b*tches think I'm fine, get a motherf*ckin' ticket
I be chillin if we real about it
Fly as f*ck, boy I been a pilot
I'm a monster, y'all imposters
Gonna make me call them Rastas
Spill your pasta, boy they love italian!
This is critical that I can kill [?]
Whip all white, I pull up in a Miracle
You can call it what you want but don't call it subliminal
It's ironic how me and a GOAT be looking identical
All my haters like, woah
But haters say sh*t just to say that sh*t bro
"That n*gga probably icey but he ain't even froze"
"And he got on a jacket but he ain't even cold"
Shut the f*ck up
Better watch your b*tch or like Chris I'll Tucker
Is this what you want?
n*gga you mad cause I do what you can't
And you more like an ant and I'm more like a tank
You get bank loans, n*gga I loan to banks
If you ain't talking money I don't want to talk
If you ain't getting paper like a mail man
What the hell man, my money stretchy as a bungee cord
Proud to be the illest and most skillest
The realest n*gga, you don't want no business
The boy a menace
Her throat game is Master P, no limits
And when it come to racks we don't know tennis
I'm the best and n*ggas be like "it depends"
Most n*ggas blow smoke like hookah pens
Swear they got a better chance eating cinnamon
Y'all couldn't hear me?

[HOOK]
b*tch YOU GUESSED IT
Go fly a motherf*cking kite, n*gga
b*tch YOU GUESSED IT
Yeah I got your b*tch and she naked (opps opps)
b*tch YOU GUESSED IT
I'm still with my n*ggas, we get reckless
Dup2C

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