Lyrics NOMORERAZZI - M.V.F.L

Fear what
Bitch I don't fear shit
Bad boy
I'll let your pills hit
Pulled up
Now he look nervous
Boy I kno for certain that my timing coming perfect
I push the pace on em
I made that bitch run
I beat the breaks off em
That's why his face fucked
40 out real tough
Homie smoke some
Put it on my motha you be chokin when that time come
Ain't No razzi gon fuck wit me
Put a milli on my head im movin comfortably
Posted up wit the militia where the soldiers be
And where your bitch be tryna get better get ya p
Bro let's pipe up
What it do
We ain't blackin out for shit we in the booth
That's why our moves be movin head and makin blues
The whole city fuckin weird and out of tune
The crew tight all in that's fax
On the map
Fuck that
Y'all trash
Take a path
See steps
Step back
You ain't ready for the kid to make a stack

Y'all my sons call cps can't stop abusin ya boys
Y'all obsolete I beat the beat that's why they root for ya boy
I watch em gas y'all up for what the scenes polluted my boy
Man I'm so sick of all the talk it's time to prove it my boy

Where the
Where the
Where the innovators at
I got my paws upon the game and ain't no way I'd give it back
I see yall hating from the side youza bench playa Jack

Ion talk smack I speak facts

Ghost done said it once but bitch we going back to back
I'm Stacking bones up with my doggies we ain't playing patty whack

y'all must be smokin crack to think you really popping off
I know y'all bois can talk the talk but lemme see ya walk the walk

Oh no I think the crew all paraplegic
Spoutin handy cap you almost had my ass believin
It's Time to switch the game up

Spring cleaning
Off the rip I told you bois
it's open season

Gold chain on me
I could give a fuck
If it's hands these pussies want
Then bitch I'm throwin em
Bitch I rock a fuckin show
I got my bro on em
I might Drop ya fuckin bros
Like bitch they bound to run
If a pussy run up on me
Imma grip a blade
If ya homie want some shmoke
Then u gon leave ashamed
Imma rave rave rave
On a homies grave
Look like guile
Imma leave a homie wit a shave
Fuck homies
I've been with my bros
It's been 6 fuckin years
Of yall on ya toes
Now im comin out the crypts
With the shit I wrote
A 6 inch blade been
The only thing I tote
A big rippa in ya dreams
They gon call out to ghost
I got drugs in every pocket
On my old ass coat
If u gon run up on the ghost
We make u stop at the bros
And if u talkin that shit
U catchin fade at the show