Weapon X lyrics

[Sample]
That's my stunt

[Verse: Sun God]
Huh
I'm back at it
Know it's wrong, I was serving this dope to rap addicts
It's that Wu sh*t, cutting them up like Mathematics
Yeah it's f*cked up, I tighten em up like back spasm
Tie that n*gga to the back of the truck, I might drag him
And despite all of this bullsh*t, fam I ain't bragging
Need to vacate, cause this JK don't mean I'm laughing
What your n*gga said? "sh*t could get thicker than molasses"
You a b*tch that goes OT, tricking with your action
When they see me, they don't know me, n*ggas need glasses
Then I hit em with the "Mhm", why they breathe passion?
It's a hook, I feed em all more battle bars than B-Magic
We riding, put your seatbelt on cause we be crashing for our life
n*ggas stuck in the moment on some trap sh*t
Purple rolls, white bandanas, fade to black
sh*t, they blowing up, just wait, the God show up with the matches
This sh*t gon' get realer, out in muh-f*ckin' Staten
n*ggas saying I ain't eating, so sh*t about to happen
n*ggas eating off my plate, I fed them n*ggas mad sh*t
Cocaine car keys, money in the mattress
Glock .19s and hunnid rounds, you can't imagine
Couple bad b*tches strolling around
Cleopatras for that green
That hammer be poking out like a cactus
Two things that bang to blow a n*gga backwards
Ask them

Haha
Let's get it up
Whatever
Can't be

[Verse 2: Sun God]
Lemme tell you why I spit this sh*t
I hit the stove till the pyrite turn blue like the 60s Crip
Cut em out, we gon' get these chips, I dug em out
And you was on the mile while I pinched these bricks
A street sweeper when I lift these sticks
A drug abuser can't throw no sh*t at my cup like "Who slipped me this?"
Yeah imma hide in cloud 9, don't get me dipped
I get to moving like a bend to the wind, full throttle
Imma pop another bottle, n*ggas counting my ends
All this money don't amount to my fam, you a snitch
And a rat is only looking for cheese, I get you bit
Twenty barrels that'll buckle your knees, hit the strip
You a sour crack n*gga to me, cause you ain't sh*t
And these dirty's the only f*cking minerals that you get
Get my drift when I step on these seams, these n*ggas dipped
Rolling piffs, so get used to the gas because it's lit
It's guaranteed I got my foot in yo' ass, cause you a b*tch
Leave a print around your mouth my n*gga, cause you a b*tch
n*ggas call me "Sunny don't be a menace" cause I'm the sh*t
Car cables, I'm the only thing jumping in this b*tch
With all this motherf*ckin' money, money is getting spent
It's no tricks, why these n*ggas be loving my old sh*t
Get a whip, cause your b*tch be bugging, she drove sticks in the mix
Cause these n*ggas be stealing my old sh*t
It's Sunny
[Outro: Sun God]
Championship ring music
We up and jumping, man
The L-I to S-I-Y, man
New York city, all day
Bang em