Kimoji 16 {Rough Draft} lyrics

[Intro]
It's that fireman track
It's that fire on the track
Yeah, uh
Yung QWEEZii

Agh agh got em
Yeah, fuxk the pigs
Fuxk the pigs

And now I said uh
Agh agh agh agh agh got em'
Shots were sent out, I shot em'
Agh, shouts to Dark Knight, I'se Robin
F Cancer, yo

[Verse 1]
Say it out loud, I hate Kim yay
Agh agh agh agh agh got em
I been sensei n*ggah, a n*ggah I been this wave
YUNG THUG FLOW, swish yo

Someone tell Celine Dion to keep her head up
And ring them bells mutherfuxker, oh yeah we'se next up/ (Leona Lewis)
K-i-L-L, Kick it like well
I'm hell-bent, cous I'm ready my n*gga I tell'se Lynch/ MOB
f*ck, oui ain't yes man
They can't see us
They can't (agh agh agh agh agh got em/ you see)
Kings.Rule.Everything.My.Everything
Man I swear I pour my heart in this sh*t, let me sing, fine
Whine, I'm home
The ghost is back/ (sales, sails)
(A Chip a hoy) Front & Sinner in this b*tch
Good di*k a do that, bud/ (agh agh agh agh agh)
But, I never liked a b*tch who doesn't like to swallow
Her pride from time to time
sh*t like I do mine
But sometimes its uncalled for
I understand all a that, but sometmes its just called for
Ambidextrous, sometimes its just all 4's
Nike, air-max sometimes its too mas, all force
No drive, got me lookin' like "I need Adidas"
This the type of sh*t that's make Slim act like that Kim lady
I grew up in the 80s, guess I'm built like that
And n*ggas knew he was qweezii
The n*gga weez, on the track
(Qweez)
Agh, yo agh got em
You can tell these shots
It's in your gut
n*ggAH Harlem
n*gga harlem
n*gga Harlem
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 2]
& if n*ggas try to flex boi (huh)
I hit em with this tec
I hit em up
5'9 and that n*gga sick ah fuh
Meth roids, poppin' all of em' n*ggah i been abduct/-ed
Uh n*ggah I'm a martian (huh)
3hunned I'm a Spartan
What? a hunned plus 10 n*gga
Yea, I JUST DONE IT AGAIN n*ggAH
n*ggah, n*ggah,n*ggah
Step that pen game up
Get that fcken count right, n*ggah 3-2-1
Countdown, gone n*gga
Be one that means gone n*gga
The try to stop me but I'm way too strong n*ggah
(Knocked out) calm n*gga, ditzy baby
I see you, i see you baby
No more cryin' alright wavey babii, ICU
I see you like Emergency I murdered the beat
& beat Dre's up yeah I Beat Dre's up yea
Holla
How do you want it? Mind full or mindful
Mindful, I'd break that down for you par-don
Uh, this takes patience/ (Don Flows, QWEEZii)
Doctor or patient don't matta I'll Take Care
Of it, n*ggas be swagger jackin'
I got my sh*t patent
Sounds like a Tom pick
Legendary out in the streets of QB
I'm not even from QB
Yall must be runnin' the 2-3
Claimin' y'all too deep (zone)
But man-to-man, it no matta yall can not, can't
Stop the assault
Look likes Gotham at fault
Its QWEEZii baby
Qweezii n*ggah
Itz Monster
And tell her
Agh agh agh yo agh got em
See look, its 14:42 I'm tellin' n*ggas it real (MILITARY TIME)
n*ggas believe in a anything dollar bills
I could tell a n*gga 2 & 2 ain't 4

Ya dig, ya dig
I said yo he's so wavey make her wanna lick the rapper
Ya dig

[Outro]
Cruel fxken kids grew nuts and the Ku-Klux flipped
They grew up way too harsh and too rough
& too hard, clutch like 1-2-1-3 uh
Boyin' n*ggas, I heard that's my boy my n*gga ya dig
& of course gold-diggers report
Just once let it be some D's on that b*tch
D's on that b*tch
Which is ironic, its A-B-C's
It always it
They want me to trip trip
They want me to b-C, aye
Bay-bee, b-C Cub
I-C-Cup
Icey hennessy flow, that's my remedies though
That's turbo thot
Pop it lock it errr RoboCop
That's so so hot like the valleys up in at Cali
n*gga, n*gga n*gga
Who p*ss liquor and flows wine
Like they do red wine
And ahead of my time
A-head of my time, I is
I break bread and rhyme
So it comes to no surprise that my rhymes are the sh*t
My mind's a tick-tickin' and sh*ts bout to explode
BOOM, bang boxes in
X's and O's
A boombox a steriotype
Triangles down my wall extraterrestrial type
Like, E.T. that's martian
And uh, and I don't stop the bars been
A felonist since the day I started and I'd
Bust your melon quick and then hide for 6
Wave, yea