F*ck that clap it out
'The f*ck you yapping 'bout
These niggas shot your cousin front of your pappy house
You want a lil fame But won't mash out
All I do is trap it out
But if you acting out
I'll relapsed in route
Stop dead in my tracks and back to automati' out
That's what that be 'bout
Round here we ban rappers Daddy's house
Lay for you all day Love playing cat and mouse
But contrary to propaganda I'm a Panther
No Huey Newton
Just Hoover slander
Real heavy on the bass 'lotta David banner
Heavy harpoons
No cartoon
Spider-Man is an officer of the law
Who jump out' four doors and go up in the drawers
And climb around buildings like he's sticking to the wall
And we all hit the stairs searching for the open door Aw
What you know about gettin' it in a drought 100 grams in the back of the couch
That's what that be 'bout
What you know about bringing it to they house
Cock it back hit em up and be out
That's what that be 'bout
State-to-state we gettin' cake like Entenmann's or Drake moving work in the south
That's what that be 'bout
I'm this I'm that I'm all of the above The sex money and drugs Love Fake hugs
On this hip-hop campus
You need a compass
I need a canvas
Cuz I'm an artist
I paint flicks The Rembrandt of the hog spit
Like Monet and Picasso in the mosh pit (Slam)
And like a broke toilet I take no shit
Zero tolerance
I get violent
Have you pushing up violets
Niggas know when the weather get cold that's what I get
You heard about swine flu That's what I spit
So give all who oppose moment of silence
I'm sick wit' it no white cell protection
Break niggas up like bad cell reception (Can you hear me now)
I been straight Since a youngin' I was out late
Going hard Leaving chicks wit' the ouch face
My whole team is about cake
And you would never make the cut you a motherfukin' outtake
What you know about gettin' it in a drought 100 grams in the back of the couch
That's what that be 'bout
What you know about bringing it to they house
Cock it back hit em up and be out
That's what that be 'bout
State-to-state we gettin' cake like Entenmann's or Drake moving work in the south
That's what that be 'bout
I'm this I'm that I'm all of the aboveThe sex money and drugs Love Fake hugs
It's the return of the omen
But Imma do you like the Franks did the Romans once I get to zoning
Blunts full of sour
Bottles of the Rosè
Scoop a snow bunny and stab out No OJ
And since I'm only in town for a short stay
Straight to the point little lady No horseplay
No race track I double lap rappers
Two semi-autos I'll double clap rappers
The competition is scarce I won't say it's none
From the borough of Kings but won't say it's one
But I ain't here for the crown I'm here to double funds
Put me next to a King you will have 21
Blackjack nigga the Ace is back
In a drop top Audi wit' the bass in back
You ain't worth half a bar You' a waist of RAP
When you see me we can scrap it out
Nigga that's what that be 'bout
What you know about gettin' it in a drought 100 grams in the back of the couch
That's what that be 'bout
What you know about bringing it to they house
Cock it back hit em up and be out
That's what that be 'bout
State-to-state we gettin' cake like Entenmann's or Drake moving work in the south
That's what that be 'bout
I'm this I'm that I'm all of the aboveThe sex money and drugs Love Fake hugs
V. Nova - Wat Dat Be Bout (feat. Chase Wild) Lyrics
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F*ck that clap it out
'The f*ck you yapping 'bout
These niggas shot your cousin front of your pappy house
You want a lil fame But won't mash out
All I do is trap it out
But if you acting out
I'll relapsed in route
Stop dead in my tracks and back to automati' out
That's what that be 'bout
Round here we ban rappers Daddy's house
Lay for you all day Love playing cat and mouse
But contrary to propaganda I'm a Panther
No Huey Newton
Just Hoover slander
Real heavy on the bass 'lotta David banner
Heavy harpoons
No cartoon
Spider-Man is an officer of the law
Who jump out' four doors and go up in the drawers
And climb around buildings like he's sticking to the wall
And we all hit the stairs searching for the open door Aw
What you know about gettin' it in a drought 100 grams in the back of the couch
That's what that be 'bout
What you know about bringing it to they house
Cock it back hit em up and be out
That's what that be 'bout
State-to-state we gettin' cake like Entenmann's or Drake moving work in the south
That's what that be 'bout
I'm this I'm that I'm all of the above The sex money and drugs Love Fake hugs
On this hip-hop campus
You need a compass
I need a canvas
Cuz I'm an artist
I paint flicks The Rembrandt of the hog spit
Like Monet and Picasso in the mosh pit (Slam)
And like a broke toilet I take no shit
Zero tolerance
I get violent
Have you pushing up violets
Niggas know when the weather get cold that's what I get
You heard about swine flu That's what I spit
So give all who oppose moment of silence
I'm sick wit' it no white cell protection
Break niggas up like bad cell reception (Can you hear me now)
I been straight Since a youngin' I was out late
Going hard Leaving chicks wit' the ouch face
My whole team is about cake
And you would never make the cut you a motherfukin' outtake
What you know about gettin' it in a drought 100 grams in the back of the couch
That's what that be 'bout
What you know about bringing it to they house
Cock it back hit em up and be out
That's what that be 'bout
State-to-state we gettin' cake like Entenmann's or Drake moving work in the south
That's what that be 'bout
I'm this I'm that I'm all of the aboveThe sex money and drugs Love Fake hugs
It's the return of the omen
But Imma do you like the Franks did the Romans once I get to zoning
Blunts full of sour
Bottles of the Rosè
Scoop a snow bunny and stab out No OJ
And since I'm only in town for a short stay
Straight to the point little lady No horseplay
No race track I double lap rappers
Two semi-autos I'll double clap rappers
The competition is scarce I won't say it's none
From the borough of Kings but won't say it's one
But I ain't here for the crown I'm here to double funds
Put me next to a King you will have 21
Blackjack nigga the Ace is back
In a drop top Audi wit' the bass in back
You ain't worth half a bar You' a waist of RAP
When you see me we can scrap it out
Nigga that's what that be 'bout
What you know about gettin' it in a drought 100 grams in the back of the couch
That's what that be 'bout
What you know about bringing it to they house
Cock it back hit em up and be out
That's what that be 'bout
State-to-state we gettin' cake like Entenmann's or Drake moving work in the south
That's what that be 'bout
I'm this I'm that I'm all of the aboveThe sex money and drugs Love Fake hugs
'The f*ck you yapping 'bout
These niggas shot your cousin front of your pappy house
You want a lil fame But won't mash out
All I do is trap it out
But if you acting out
I'll relapsed in route
Stop dead in my tracks and back to automati' out
That's what that be 'bout
Round here we ban rappers Daddy's house
Lay for you all day Love playing cat and mouse
But contrary to propaganda I'm a Panther
No Huey Newton
Just Hoover slander
Real heavy on the bass 'lotta David banner
Heavy harpoons
No cartoon
Spider-Man is an officer of the law
Who jump out' four doors and go up in the drawers
And climb around buildings like he's sticking to the wall
And we all hit the stairs searching for the open door Aw
What you know about gettin' it in a drought 100 grams in the back of the couch
That's what that be 'bout
What you know about bringing it to they house
Cock it back hit em up and be out
That's what that be 'bout
State-to-state we gettin' cake like Entenmann's or Drake moving work in the south
That's what that be 'bout
I'm this I'm that I'm all of the above The sex money and drugs Love Fake hugs
On this hip-hop campus
You need a compass
I need a canvas
Cuz I'm an artist
I paint flicks The Rembrandt of the hog spit
Like Monet and Picasso in the mosh pit (Slam)
And like a broke toilet I take no shit
Zero tolerance
I get violent
Have you pushing up violets
Niggas know when the weather get cold that's what I get
You heard about swine flu That's what I spit
So give all who oppose moment of silence
I'm sick wit' it no white cell protection
Break niggas up like bad cell reception (Can you hear me now)
I been straight Since a youngin' I was out late
Going hard Leaving chicks wit' the ouch face
My whole team is about cake
And you would never make the cut you a motherfukin' outtake
What you know about gettin' it in a drought 100 grams in the back of the couch
That's what that be 'bout
What you know about bringing it to they house
Cock it back hit em up and be out
That's what that be 'bout
State-to-state we gettin' cake like Entenmann's or Drake moving work in the south
That's what that be 'bout
I'm this I'm that I'm all of the aboveThe sex money and drugs Love Fake hugs
It's the return of the omen
But Imma do you like the Franks did the Romans once I get to zoning
Blunts full of sour
Bottles of the Rosè
Scoop a snow bunny and stab out No OJ
And since I'm only in town for a short stay
Straight to the point little lady No horseplay
No race track I double lap rappers
Two semi-autos I'll double clap rappers
The competition is scarce I won't say it's none
From the borough of Kings but won't say it's one
But I ain't here for the crown I'm here to double funds
Put me next to a King you will have 21
Blackjack nigga the Ace is back
In a drop top Audi wit' the bass in back
You ain't worth half a bar You' a waist of RAP
When you see me we can scrap it out
Nigga that's what that be 'bout
What you know about gettin' it in a drought 100 grams in the back of the couch
That's what that be 'bout
What you know about bringing it to they house
Cock it back hit em up and be out
That's what that be 'bout
State-to-state we gettin' cake like Entenmann's or Drake moving work in the south
That's what that be 'bout
I'm this I'm that I'm all of the aboveThe sex money and drugs Love Fake hugs
Writer: Avishalom Levi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid