WWF lyrics

How that brick look wet, you don't know?
How them boys react when they get pressed, they some hoes?
What Skuba do when he get him new packs, get ‘em gone
What Wild Man do when he get new straps, aim at souls
How you fake mad, fake speaking on your past, huh
You know what you did, you know why they on your ass, huh
I know what I’m doing, I ain’t ran from sh*t, I’m mad, huh
Stand on what I speak and be outside on that frontline
I go east to west, west to east, ain’t no stress for me
I ain’t in my hood, I’m in my other hood with racks on me
I might just come RD, grandpa Max, Ben 10 and his niece
I’m gone hit that raw and get ‘em gone, bout 17 a piece
Bout 17 at least, I’m plugged in for real, that ain’t no reach
If I had to reach, I’m Mr. Fantastic that work for free
Stretched that b*tch to three, or make it rock up like that sh*t the Thing
b*tch this ain’t no dream, my daddy had me 'round triple beams
I might drop a ring, you Green Lantern when you sip your lean
b*tch I sip that wock, gotta spread like Spock when I pour up my cream
We move fast like Sonic, b*tch I’m Knuckles, if you wanna tussle
White b*tch fine like Sonya on the blade, but she still buy her hustle
Rip to Nipsey Hussle, but these blues I get, they go for double
Sometimes go for triple, I can’t help but flip ‘em
Static, shocked your b*tch, your pus*y tickle
Electrify that nipple, I’m xPac when I tell that b*tch suck it
She ain’t even trippin’
Modern warfare, a n*gga in real life
Got a kilo with me, I might shoot this sh*t to Indiana, Oladipo wit me
Regenerate my health like Wolverine so I need no n*gga
Percocets treat me like Senzu beans you know I keep them b*tches
b*tch my white boy loyal and he royal, William Regal with it
Make this yoppa do a spin the room, Booker T them n*ggas
Make that .40 Diamond Dallas Page, DDT a n*gga
Kill ‘em when I see a n*gga, Cyclops, red beam a n*gga
n*ggas love the net, so we control, alt, delete them n*ggas
I don’t compete with n*ggas, nor do I eat with n*ggas
Nor is sh*t sweet with n*ggas, won’t trick or treat no n*gga
Never f*ck with a mask ‘cause Jim Carey ain’t no street n*gga
My shooter still got the mask on, Uber moving like Crash Bandicoot
Kill a n*gga for a band or two, out the way where I landed to
Brung a b*tch, she the baddest too
Biggest strap for the maddest n*gga who act bad, I’ma blam his boo
Leave his mama in the saddest mood, same attitude I had in school
I throw my fist like a Destructo Disc, huh, yeah
I treat that b*tch like she a bust on b*tch, huh, huh
Huh, she ain’t hit no sh*t, something to f*ck on, ooh
Huh, n*ggas ain’t doin’ sh*t and get to f*ck on too
Ravishing Rick Rude, big squad Skoob
I’m on all bullsh*t, b*tch you should’a knew
I did too much drugs for me being into you
Your worst fears came true, you got oop joop
I was capping to you baby, that’s what happen to us baby
Your lil’ pus*y wasn't enough for me to be happy lil’ baby
And you dumb as hell, huh
And I’m young as hell, huh
Do that sh*t again, huh, cause it was fun as hell