Ill Kizzy - Fun Guy Lyrics

You wasted 2 minutes of my f*ckin life
All this preparation time and you ain't sayin nothin nice
Corny line, oh that was cool, baggy clothes, funny jokes
It took you seven months for this, now nigga where the f*ckin smoke
If I say it in a verse, just know it's all facts
Since you mention me, keep that energy when it's off wax
How I feel about his diss, shit was all wack
Mad bitch on a keyboard, shit was all cap
Aw snap, they got me right back in my zone again
Came back to the bars like I ain't never coming home again
Right back to the bars like I had to pay my phone again
Or tryin to drink patron again, you get it bihh, I'm goin in
Know it's him, I said that shit bout Kimberly and it's no offense
She never leavin, now you Living Single, word to Overton
Don't pretend, this shit feel like destiny, I'm supposed to win
It's no suspense, you try and stop, it's barking like a Doberman
Who cold as him, I could really do this in my sleep dog
You write it on a lily pad and still wouldn't leap frog
Reach God, got me feeling like I'm Dot Now
You miss a shot and arms get extended like I boxed out
I pop out, I'm with the gang
And hands down, I been had that fire like I was Kane
A menace to society, feeling like I was Kane
Now I'm killing my brother, I really feel like I'm Cain
Shit simple, you either gonna live or you gonna die nigga
Wrong words'll have a Klaw on Clippers like Kawhi nigga
Lord forgive me, I'm still sinnin, I'm tryin stop
But I got a habit for baggin and I ain't tryin shop
The Clinic really really been finished, I'm on a different road
This why I keep my distance from niggas, we on a different code
And then you had the nerve to call me Piccolo
The f*ckin realest nigga in the show
Lets get it tho, said you want the smoke and now you bitchin up
Kizzy I was really just trolling, see how you switchin up
And I'm not even a battle rapper my nigga, Mike shut that bitch shit up
Cause troll or not, you throw a shot and now I just don't give a f*ck
Listen up, stop dissin my niggas and come talk to me
Keep it Drizzy, Big Sean, 2 Chainz, that's all for me
A wise man said you miss every shot that you don't shoot
But you hittin everything except what you supposed to
Question, nigga is we rappin or we
Roastin
If I said I had respect for you, was actually joking
And now you tryin to act like you ain't been a fan since way back
Nigga that's a straight fact, now dare me play the tape back
Like wait scrap, member back when Relay threw that cypher shit
I was goin off, had everybody gettin hype and shit
You was turnin groupie, sounding goofy like you nice as shit
Man I really like ya shit, sounding just like a bitch
Why you tagging Skillz and KO like they supposed to help
Nigga this is me vs you, not nobody else
I wasn't trolling, really feel like they ain't sick as me
Can't fix your hard drive, but know how to wipe some memories