biff webster - fisticuffs lyrics
[verse 1: biff webster]
life is strange, so shout out to jack hopkins
i’m putting shins to chins, you p-ssies slap-boxing
barely graduated and didn’t make it to college
now i’m spitting knowledge, that boom-bap doctorate
no-show socks, rocking $20 watches
self-conscious rock ‘n’ roll kid, spitting that hot sh-t
genrefied lyricists, hiding out in your boxes
i’m thinking outside of them, putting flows in a coffin
i’m talking about rap p-ssies who make me act pushy
va where i come from, but i’m rapping kinda flatbush-y
i don’t need much, t-tty rings and a fat tushy
i’m spitting & drinking a 40, so my flow is kinda backwashy
i’ve been smooth talking just hoping i get a kiss
and i’ve been jay-walking just hoping that i get hit
and i’ve been non-stopping just hoping a make it big
and i’ve been back-shotting just hoping for no kids
no mids in the dutch
ain’t no chicken in the lunch
no clue if i’m p.c., i’m a little out of touch
no apologies, body beats, spitting honestly
i’ll write a mixtape in an hour, i’m working harder that cardi b
gotta be that biff kid
pardon me i’m ignant
coming in with that sick sh-t
don’t you get it twisted
i’m wavy as f-ck, i know you getting seasick
i’ll spit a sixteen, body a f-cking beat b-tch
rebellious jealousy, celebrating celibacy
smoking bowls of that evergreen
eating carrots and celery
intrusive thoughts, followed by amusing plots of these elusive thots and their 2-story homes on their exclusive blocks
thinking, “how do i get it?”
need the money and the hoes
the shoes and the clothes
i wanna use the flows
to count up the guap, with a dub in my sock
money flex with the squat, every 2x in the shop
my trigger finger’s satiated, i don’t need no f-cking pump
i’ll body all these boom-bap beats from the f-cking jump, yeah
i got sick of slipping the clutch, so now i’m hitting the dutch
i’m paddle shifting in the wagon with some b-tches to f-ck, yeah
yeah you know i’m paddle shifting the whip
yeah babygirl ain’t rev matching but she handle a stick
she handle a d-ck
sitting on it, give it a twist
i l!ck up a spliff, and twist up the tip
i’m lighting the sh-t, i’m writing the sh-t
i know she liking the sh-t
i thought that we was just friends, and now i’m piping the b-tch, yeah
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