Spike

M.D.B Uh Um Yea What the f*ck has gotten into him? His ass must not know what's gotten into M His ass tryna stand like he not afraid, I'm not Eminem I'm the bomb, bitch, I'm the grenade, you just the safety pin That bitch a blow, leave a nigga ass goin' with the wind I got firearms, but I won't fire at your arms, Firebars, make a nigga bitch pull the fire alarm That's quite bizarre, I f*ck a nigga bitch until she feelin' odd I swing this wand and make your bitch take it, I'm the Wizard of Oz I'm not a God, I'm something like a God I treat these hoes like basketballs, T-Money, my niggas, so I pass him the lob They ass a fraud to think they ever comin' close to M.D.B And Harley want to teach they asses how to rob I ain't never stole a car, bought my first car, nigga And my second car was way faster than her ex nigga's Was swipin' credit cards, way faster than them checks hittin' And now my credit score, huh, let me keep that hidden Let me just tell y'all about my business, of Beyond Great Record I'm a beyond great nigga, with beyond great leverage Beyond great lettuce, with beyond great cheddar Got beyond great green, now that's beyond great cabbage Beyond average, my swag better, my car faster My bitch the baddest, her pussy wet, don't get any wetter My fashion drippin', cup filled with liquor, I had to sip it I'm on the roll, so it's f*ck the toll, I will pay the ticket I said my car faster, my bitch badder with Louis baggage That nigga try to sugar daddy her, then I'ma bag him Might paper bag him, or plastic bag him, straight trash bag him You want my girl to send some pics? You better pick a casket Cause I'ma let it blow, right between your eyes and throat Hit you in your mouth and try to hear you, go and tell your folks It's no more warnin's, try that shit again, I'll up the score And I'ma let it blow, and leave him on the flow Them pussies tryna hit me low, well I'ma hit them lower And f*ck a t-shirt, I'ma leave his face on a poster He think this shit fun and games, I'm not no roller coaster The Glock, I hold my holster, I put you on a poster I put you on a podcast, and f*ck around and host it And leave his ass where I left him, just like the bitch I ghosted And leave his ass like a session like, did you get that noted? And you see how he did that? You see the way he movin'? You see the way that when he move, nobody know he movin'? Let Harley bust and then go back at home and lay in bed Don't give a f*ck, so if I give a f*ck, it's f*ck to give It's f*ck you, and who fucked you And it's fucked whoever fucked who, who fucked who? I can't believe that f*ck fucked who, man, that shit puke I treat these hoes like duck, duck goose, and duck chase goose She take Taylor Port to the airport, and say that shit juice I love her ass off the juice, she get nasty off the juice I eat Ashley if she ask me, shit, I'm nasty off it too I smack her ass cheek, left her ashy And rubbin' on the cooch, it give a nigga ass a boost And make a nigga ass propose before we move And f*ck a stove, because I'm lit'er than it too They thought I came from Holly Grove, the way I'm spittin' like I'm Tune She put that shit inside her nose, and say it's fuckin' up her view I got a car that go like vroom, my bitch, she say that's cute I hit the gas and go skadoosh, you pussy niggas douche See why your bitch say you a bitch, I can see your pussy too You f*ck with me, you lose a tooth High on the beat, and I thought I was on the roof They ass can't wait to see a nigga on the moon Yall not fuckin' with me with this shit We just press play, and we just we We just press play and we start going M.D.B