Lyrics Nuke - Leo Boys

The raps you
Chaps are putting out
Are nothing but a fluke
All the bars
That they puttin out
Has led us all to puke
You got guns homie
Haah haaa
That is cute
We show up at a fist fight
With our hands right on a nuke

The raps you
Chaps are putting out
Are nothing but a fluke
All the bars
That they putting out
Has led us all to puke
You got guns homie
Haah haaa
That is cute
We show up at a fist fight
With our hands right on a nuke

Who shot ya
That'd be deepo man
Who rap fast
Like cool aid man
Puff when i pass
With a blunt they had
Keys on my hand
Imma sing for the band
I jump with the beat
And i stop with the heat
You up for the peace
Why you targeting me
Hitting em with the venom
In the garden you see
Did I get to kill to em
8 tails with a bee
Pedal to the metal
Hard up in the scene
Call it base metal
Manganese on the sheet
Why you hate on me
And you take the receipt
Hope you get the message
And your dumb to receive
Standing with the menace
And im rolling up my sleeve
Tell me who the greatest
Im the greatest on the beat
Hitting with the finesse
And I finish on repeat
Treat me like I'm Dennis
And the menace on tv
I could just make it
I'm leaving a wreckage
A package with damage
I'm bringing it home
Deal with this savage
Now make it a habit
Inventor like Babbage
I'm setting the score
Knocking on my door
Rap game is closed
Sleeping on me
And you chose retort
Working so hard
With my team in the core
Tours are enough to
Just leave you adored
Picking a fight
And you fighting with me
Kick to your mush
And you crushed on my feet
Internet shooters
Are blocked in my feed
Spamming your hoes
And they listen to me
They listen to me
On a regular basis
You can't deny
Your bullets are baseless
Camera shy
You dont get the basics
I'm bout to slam
Improving your cadence
Cheating on my buddy
You a bad bad bitch
Got him for the money
Like a Bangkok bitch
Gold digging like a dummy
And you're never getting
Money and i'll never call
You honey you a bad bad bish
Sitting with the best
And the icon shit
I'm signing up your check
Like a bankrupt shit
Piling up your text
While I block that shit
Yet to be the best
With my bop bop shit
Look who just got
Back in the booth
Bring in a change
Impacted the youth
Changing the
Scene and the mood
We rock with the greatest
We here to conclude
Let me get back to the hustle
Gimme a track and a sample
Staring at me
You staring at trouble
After this chorus
We getting it double

The raps you
Chaps are putting out
Are nothing but a fluke
All the bars
That they putting out
Has led us all to puke
You got guns homie
Haah haaa
That is cute
We show up at a fist fight
With our hands right on a nuke

The raps you
Chaps are putting out
Are nothing but a fluke
All the bars
That they putting out
Has led us all to puke
You got guns homie
Haah haaa
That is cute
We show up at a fist fight
With our hands right on a nuke

Pay respect
This beast bled
To be stead
Elites fled
To be fed
With unleashed led
Now they grief dead
The streets red
Till the beefs end
Its in peak in trend
To blend and end
The sentiments that mend
The fans that helped you stand
The fam that lent a hand
For to you to the man
That you on instagram
You the see the M's
And we proceed by them
To be low key but gems
We don't bully we end
Any jury that pens
Unruly pretence
Then we fully commence
All the holy commands
Ain't no phony defence
That'll slowly commence
To make us repent
We ain't begging cents
We just taking percents
And then leave out some dents
On the bunch of the gents
That can dare to come stand
On our path we blast
The lads with no remorse
And then wrapped in plastic bags Their heads of course
In fact the aftermath
Which I endorse
Is the raps that I can craft right Indoors got gas in all the tanks
And cash in all the banks
A cascade on our backs
A mask for all our fans
So pass the nova gas
We bout to bust the chaps
That bounce below the facts
Surrounding all the maps
To wipe the floors
With blood that pours
A little bit of
Hype to hold
The kites I've flown
In the midst of
Flights that go
To heights unknown
Born to hit the
Tightest flow
That might has known
You a placebo
Who passing blow
And tell me where
The passion go
I rain down a dashing bow
I guess you'll be crashing hoe
I've never been so rational
I'm passionate to crack a skull
Assassinate the rappers hun
And break the plate
When I be done
Astounding sounding
But I'm still so grounded
And I'm standing
Proudly with the heads
Of hounds that
Have tried to clown me
When I hit the town map
They regret but sadly
They too dead to now clap
And please don't crown me
As the best don't want that
Then come around me
For the hacks to write raps
All you bums were doubting
While I tightened wide gaps
God has found me
And I found him right back
I've penned fears for ten years
I've sent peers to shed tears
I bend steer through lent gears
The trends mere don't flex here
No stems here so my head clear
On some hot chocolate
No left beer
Then I'm up jotting
My thoughts dear
Call me John Gotti
My shots pierce

The raps you
Chaps are putting out
Are nothing but a fluke
All the bars
That they putting out
Has led us all to puke
You got guns homie
Haah haaa
That is cute
We show up at a fist fight
With our hands right on a nuke

The raps you
Chaps are putting out
Are nothing but a fluke
All the bars
That they putting out
Has led us all to puke
You got guns homie
Haah haaa
That is cute
We show up at a fist fight
With our hands right on a nuke