TOXIC
Scoop nigga
I don't even give a fuck no more nigga
Come on now
Yo yo uh yo check
Yo how you gon come up to me and start yapping
All these foolish figures fooling flapping lips they cappin
Grappin grippin grabbin
Slammin poetry up in they face cause they be actin like they spitting facts
But they don't understand the true meaning of what it means to rap on the beat
They sneak sneak dissing belong to the children who be illin
Scoopy stay up in his vibe and he be killing god willin let my higher power do all of the thinking
When I spit my verse everybody in the room makes a face like it be stinking
Here the chains clinking and clacking what's brackin not jackin around with all this action
It's my way or highway that's where you were born cause that's where most accidents happen
When it comes to me I am the King of my City
No one in this world could ever mother fuckin be me
Undeniably the hottest out I never look for the clout
But some how it always seems to seek me out
I never thought it would happen this way but those the cards I play
There's fifty-two of them and all come into play May 28, 2004 when I was born
It doesn't make sense for me to mourn anymore I take this shit
Hardcore but what is it all for
This generation numb to gore I don't know why but I'ma stay flyer than a fly
Put that on god he got my back the man above will always keep a youngin on track and that's a fact
Incredible lies
These niggas running up they stats on they computer
Their music sounds better when it's put on the muta
I'm not a shoota only when it comes to shooting at they necks to get my angle across like an acuta
Triangle I'm undeniable reliable it's raining so I'm inside cooking up the louder boom in my room
So when you play it in your whip my sound will have your car in fumes
And when these rapper wannabes listen to it they know they doomed
When it comes to me I am the King of my City
No one in this world could ever mother fuckin be me
Undeniably the hottest out I never look for the clout
But some how it always seems to seek me out
When it comes to me I am the King of my City
No one in this world could ever mother fuckin be me
Undeniably the hottest out I never look for the clout
But some how it always seems to seek me out
Yo aye
Verse three
Comin in harder than a rock on the beach so let me preach
California heat beatin on my cheeks she said that Scoopy on fleek
Seven days out of the week but I'm not tryna here that shit right now just let a brotha speak
Cause these words I'm spitting ain't for the bummy or the cheap
Not talking economic status
I'm talking bout the bleak
Personalities that I see walking down the
Walking down the fucking street
Not knowing how to listen to lyrics just they know how to jump up and down on they feet
Until they feel a certain level of crunk has been reached