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2nd generation wu - weapon x lyrics

[sample]
that’s my stunt

[verse: sun god]
huh
i’m back at it
know it’s wrong, i was serving this dope to rap addicts
it’s that wu sh+t, cutting them up like mathematics
yeah it’s f+cked up, i tighten em up like back spasm
tie that n+gga to the back of the truck, i might drag him
and despite all of this bullsh+t, fam i ain’t bragging
need to vacate, cause this jk don’t mean i’m laughing
what your n+gga said? “sh+t could get thicker than molasses”
you a b+tch that goes ot, tricking with your action
when they see me, they don’t know me, n+ggas need glasses
then i hit em with the “mhm”, why they breathe passion?
it’s a hook, i feed em all more battle bars than b+magic
we riding, put your seatbelt on cause we be crashing for our life
n+ggas stuck in the moment on some trap sh+t
purple rolls, white bandanas, fade to black
sh+t, they blowing up, just wait, the god show up with the matches
this sh+t gon’ get realer, out in muh+f+ckin’ staten
n+ggas saying i ain’t eating, so sh+t about to happen
n+ggas eating off my plate, i fed them n+ggas mad sh+t
cocaine car keys, money in the mattress
glock .19s and hunnid rounds, you can’t imagine
couple bad b+tches strolling around
cleopatras for that green
that hammer be poking out like a cactus
two things that bang to blow a n+gga backwards
ask them

haha
let’s get it up
whatever
can’t be

[verse 2: sun god]
lemme tell you why i spit this sh+t
i hit the stove till the pyrite turn blue like the 60s crip
cut em out, we gon’ get these chips, i dug em out
and you was on the mile while i pinched these bricks
a street sweeper when i lift these sticks
a drug abuser can’t throw no sh+t at my cup like “who slipped me this?”
yeah imma hide in cloud 9, don’t get me dipped
i get to moving like a bend to the wind, full throttle
imma pop another bottle, n+ggas counting my ends
all this money don’t amount to my fam, you a snitch
and a rat is only looking for cheese, i get you bit
twenty barrels that’ll buckle your knees, hit the strip
you a sour crack n+gga to me, cause you ain’t sh+t
and these dirty’s the only f+cking minerals that you get
get my drift when i step on these seams, these n+ggas dipped
rolling piffs, so get used to the gas because it’s lit
it’s guaranteed i got my foot in yo’ ass, cause you a b+tch
leave a print around your mouth my n+gga, cause you a b+tch
n+ggas call me “sunny don’t be a menace” cause i’m the sh+t
car cables, i’m the only thing jumping in this b+tch
with all this motherf+ckin’ money, money is getting spent
it’s no tricks, why these n+ggas be loving my old sh+t
get a whip, cause your b+tch be bugging, she drove sticks in the mix
cause these n+ggas be stealing my old sh+t
it’s sunny
[outro: sun god]
championship ring music
we up and jumping, man
the l+i to s+i+y, man
new york city, all day
bang em

- 2nd generation wu lyrics

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