Lyrics dino - Biv

Who'd of thought he bottle up and duck
Fuck the cut
He packing up the luck he couldn't fuckin trust
And couldn't find a flyin fuck
To toss you from the fuckin dust
I discuss my disgust for all these little motherfucks
It's a fuckin must
Never been the one to bust
But you ain't wanna fuck with us
Knock ya out your fuckin chucks
Go ahead and push ya luck
My shots been a fuckin buck
Panic till the summers up
I got my guts on double dutch
Since morning cartoons and coco crisps
The voice inside my head speak and spit so slick
Loose lips
Higher altitudes until you pricks is little ticks
Feel my soul, it's hot as shit
Molded down abyss
With no pot to piss
Mothafuckas act the square type
From dollar signs to packing ice
Cubic gleaming out they fuckin overbite yuh
Fuck out my face and take ya bitch with ya
How the fuck you figure?
Tell ya mans to come get ya you
Come and get ya yuh
Fuckin hot headed damage to manage
All of my thoughts been out this fuckin planet
Stuntin and frontin for shit you couldn't manage
Gotta bust it out for you to understand it
Miscut fucks
It's not enough for them to take advantage
Fuck around and put it on my set
Bitch I ain't done yet
Ain't been myself for a minute
But you ain't from that
You ain't gotta find it in your heart
It's still fuck them and fuck that
Bitch stay the fuck back
Back where you left at
Drowning in my set backs
But Harden with the step back
Keep it movin where you fuckin slept at
Miss me with that back track
Bitch I'm still a fuckin must have