Warthog (feat. Spaidez, Spraynem & Stix)

I was linking with my lads and they said I'm smelling good What I'm paying for this gas, yeah I think I really should What I'm saying to the man, yeah, let's spark another wood He said, "What?" I said, "Huh?" Let's just make it understood Snow frosted back yard Slow roasted black tar Fire! I was geeking off a slapper with the good fire Air fryer whopping out the wood like a campfire Big Spaidez never told a lie, you're a damn liar Spraynem wipe another team with the slam fire Bayonet wipe it till it's clean like a sapphire Say I've been surrounded with the beams like a barbed wire Slaying with my brothers in the East like a vampire Big boots stepping in the slush like a wocky Big moves repping all of us from Milwaukee Sick crews weapons get to mush when I'm walking Big stupid flexing get to hush when I'm talking Ride around the town with two troops like a warthog I've been chowing down on two scoops like a war dog Bro will ride around with deuce deuce, not a short walk I might slide around with who's who's like an immortal I put the city on my back You others wear it like a tramp stamp Bitch I'm badbackin Stuff that Bruce Banner in my knapsack The Ave cracking Bitch it's me and Daark smackin on they head From the 414 to the 612, bitch we back again Yeah Yeah I'm a big nigga Really smackin boulders like I'm Smack-zilla Check my stats baby Servin out this game without no referee Who the top rank? Gotta ask the people, what's the referendum? Headies coming back and forth Man they coming back just like a pendulum Saying Spaidez run the game Now it's sounding something like a synonym I'm smoking like a Seminole She get the Johnny Sin in him Catch a nigga in the cut Lil bitch I'm booted up just like a Timberland I done really fell in love with the hundreds  I ain't hearing shit if it ain't bout the money  Top floor, bitch, you know I'm bossin  Shawty look like Tyla how that water Vossin I'mma cop the whip, f*ck whats its costing Got a bitch in Dallas and one in Austin  I ain't shy with the glizzy, bitch, I'm fucking awesome  Pockets too fat like I'm Rick Ross-ing How I'm in your mouth like a fuckin floss is  I don't listen to em cause they steady flodgin  I be in the field, yeah, I'm Randy Moss-ing  Stick like my guitar, yeah, let's get it rockin  I be bout that motherfuckin dough  But you already know  Already done been broke before  So where the f*ck am I supposed to go? In a small town you see me touching road  Like, why the f*ck you moving like a hoe?  Walk with the nine, yeah, I keep it tucked  Talking bout your bitch, man, I been fucked