C.M.L. - Wheres Waldo lyrics
[C.M.L. - Wheres Waldo lyrics]
I never caught a body
That's all this nigga ever say
Call me John Gotti
I'm sendin' hit's every day
King of the city and
Nigga you's a featherweight
Internet thuggin'
You sweeter than a carrot cake
Ask E Mozzy how that shitbag feel
I bet he stankin' up the
House when that shitbag spill
Speakin' on me but that boy
Got a shitbag still
My young niggas blam-blammin' with
That big black steel
Mozzy, you a killer but only in your videos
Talkin' all that bladadah
Soundin' hella silly though
I'm just being honest
That's what got the last nigga smoked
You try to tell the truth and look
What happened to that nigga Zoe
Niggas really fakin' it, don't
Believe the hype, man
You wouldn't come outside so the
Mob killed your hype man
Broad daylight, ain't no
Waitin' 'til tonight, man
You was in the house sleep
Xannies on the nightstand
Lyin' to your fans nigga
Like you got the city locked
I'm in prison for nothin' cause they
Know who got the city hot
Niggas in your section know we
Bouncin' out on any spot
Early mornin' chasin' niggas down
With that mini chop, nigga
Drill Team, Killa City, shots out to KC
Nigga, this the 30s
Choppas blowin' like a AC
Your brodie got knocked down and
He had an A-P let's keep it real, Mozzy
Tell them people why you hate me
It's time to set the record straight, please
Pay attention
Niggas never heard of you until
I went to prison
They smoked him right in front of you
You's an eyewitness
And in that newspaper interview
You was dry snitchin'
You don't be in Sac, you be hidin' in The Bay
You let Banner drive your car
Niggas shot him in the face
And that bitch got smoked 'cause that
Hoe was in the way
It's deeper than some rap beef
We on you 'cause you fake
Even though you lyin' in your
Songs you can rap good
You can be the next Denzel, you can act good
The little homies catch you
They gonna smoke you like a Backwood
Even your fans be sayin' shit
That a rat would, nigga
That's all this nigga ever say
Call me John Gotti
I'm sendin' hit's every day
King of the city and
Nigga you's a featherweight
Internet thuggin'
You sweeter than a carrot cake
Ask E Mozzy how that shitbag feel
I bet he stankin' up the
House when that shitbag spill
Speakin' on me but that boy
Got a shitbag still
My young niggas blam-blammin' with
That big black steel
Mozzy, you a killer but only in your videos
Talkin' all that bladadah
Soundin' hella silly though
I'm just being honest
That's what got the last nigga smoked
You try to tell the truth and look
What happened to that nigga Zoe
Niggas really fakin' it, don't
Believe the hype, man
You wouldn't come outside so the
Mob killed your hype man
Broad daylight, ain't no
Waitin' 'til tonight, man
You was in the house sleep
Xannies on the nightstand
Lyin' to your fans nigga
Like you got the city locked
I'm in prison for nothin' cause they
Know who got the city hot
Niggas in your section know we
Bouncin' out on any spot
Early mornin' chasin' niggas down
With that mini chop, nigga
Drill Team, Killa City, shots out to KC
Nigga, this the 30s
Choppas blowin' like a AC
Your brodie got knocked down and
He had an A-P let's keep it real, Mozzy
Tell them people why you hate me
It's time to set the record straight, please
Pay attention
Niggas never heard of you until
I went to prison
They smoked him right in front of you
You's an eyewitness
And in that newspaper interview
You was dry snitchin'
You don't be in Sac, you be hidin' in The Bay
You let Banner drive your car
Niggas shot him in the face
And that bitch got smoked 'cause that
Hoe was in the way
It's deeper than some rap beef
We on you 'cause you fake
Even though you lyin' in your
Songs you can rap good
You can be the next Denzel, you can act good
The little homies catch you
They gonna smoke you like a Backwood
Even your fans be sayin' shit
That a rat would, nigga