Mac Miller, Beedie - Warhead lyrics
[Mac Miller, Beedie - Warhead lyrics]
B-DuBB, Easy Mac who is
Who is the man that taught ya how
To rap and how to sell crack, boozes
maaaan? Foolin', we get down like this
Ay yo, it's like, check it
Beedie shot ya, whatcha gon' do?
Heatie pops ya
I'm sonnin' ya style, call me papa
Pop of a Glock
That's the sound when I drop ya
Stuff ya body parts in a locker
Runnin' from the cops, Willy Parker
And I ain't gonna walk on ya set get you wet
Cause ya set full of talkers
Straight snitches, I'll punch you in the face
Leave you with eight stitches
Bitches, I play viscous
Title is inevitable, I'm incredible
Got lames hidin' behind frames
Like I was federal
The fuckin' general, suck up on my genitals
My flow's outta this world like
I got some tentacles
I'm with the pencil to murder instrumentals
I'm spittin' ammunition
You better listen to potential
I'm fifteen years old with no
Restrictions on the mental
My mind flows as I go
I follow where I'm sent to
Me and Mac blow ya back when we writin' it
Or freestylin' on some ill, that's excitement
Keep a fat a sack and a
Gat at the side of him
And kiss ya snakes tryna take
What I'm hidin' in
I spit it slick, so sick need a vitamin
Aim it at ya forehead, leavin' four dead
Bust in the door with lead and whores spread
I'm a warhead, looking for more head
Fuckin' on the floor til I gotta sore head
Pussy lips drippin' stingin' like a hornet
Kickin' bitches out the door in the mornin'
Rappers tryna spit it but the shit is corny
I ain't even wit it, man forreal
I'm not the best in school
But I'm set for college
Cause when the bitch give me brains
Yo I get some knowledge
I keep a few close friends
And the rest will tarnish
A few respectable rappers
The rest are garbage
I proceed to gain yardage
This ain't Dwayne Carter
I make it rain harder, game remain slaughter
My brain remains smarter and
You stay retarded
You better add another name
To today's departed
I never wake up and lose my skill
I get baked up and use em, ew!
The music real and every day
I be movin' bills
Makin' cake, hittin' jakes
Puttin' dudes in jail
And I'll tell you what they say
Right before they arrest you
"Anything you say can and will
Be used against you!"
And even though they got no
Reason to resent you
They treat you like you got
A set of criminal credentials
And me and B-DuBB are here to murder the game
We gon' spit off every minute until
You heard of the name
We kickin' it exquisite
Sittin' and gettin' lifted
Bangin' music until the neighbor's
Pissed and I'm evicted
Cause, I be gettin' verbs workin' until
I hear them birds chirpin'
Yeah preferred first person in here
You heard certain
Flirtin' with the lyrical spheres
Ya ears hurtin'
Merkin' every peer that appear
Ya fears worsen
I thought ya mothafuckas already knew
Easy Mac but his mackin' ain't easy
And next comin' up is Beedie kill the shit
Who is the man that taught ya how
To rap and how to sell crack, boozes
maaaan? Foolin', we get down like this
Ay yo, it's like, check it
Beedie shot ya, whatcha gon' do?
Heatie pops ya
I'm sonnin' ya style, call me papa
Pop of a Glock
That's the sound when I drop ya
Stuff ya body parts in a locker
Runnin' from the cops, Willy Parker
And I ain't gonna walk on ya set get you wet
Cause ya set full of talkers
Straight snitches, I'll punch you in the face
Leave you with eight stitches
Bitches, I play viscous
Title is inevitable, I'm incredible
Got lames hidin' behind frames
Like I was federal
The fuckin' general, suck up on my genitals
My flow's outta this world like
I got some tentacles
I'm with the pencil to murder instrumentals
I'm spittin' ammunition
You better listen to potential
I'm fifteen years old with no
Restrictions on the mental
My mind flows as I go
I follow where I'm sent to
Me and Mac blow ya back when we writin' it
Or freestylin' on some ill, that's excitement
Keep a fat a sack and a
Gat at the side of him
And kiss ya snakes tryna take
What I'm hidin' in
I spit it slick, so sick need a vitamin
Aim it at ya forehead, leavin' four dead
Bust in the door with lead and whores spread
I'm a warhead, looking for more head
Fuckin' on the floor til I gotta sore head
Pussy lips drippin' stingin' like a hornet
Kickin' bitches out the door in the mornin'
Rappers tryna spit it but the shit is corny
I ain't even wit it, man forreal
I'm not the best in school
But I'm set for college
Cause when the bitch give me brains
Yo I get some knowledge
I keep a few close friends
And the rest will tarnish
A few respectable rappers
The rest are garbage
I proceed to gain yardage
This ain't Dwayne Carter
I make it rain harder, game remain slaughter
My brain remains smarter and
You stay retarded
You better add another name
To today's departed
I never wake up and lose my skill
I get baked up and use em, ew!
The music real and every day
I be movin' bills
Makin' cake, hittin' jakes
Puttin' dudes in jail
And I'll tell you what they say
Right before they arrest you
"Anything you say can and will
Be used against you!"
And even though they got no
Reason to resent you
They treat you like you got
A set of criminal credentials
And me and B-DuBB are here to murder the game
We gon' spit off every minute until
You heard of the name
We kickin' it exquisite
Sittin' and gettin' lifted
Bangin' music until the neighbor's
Pissed and I'm evicted
Cause, I be gettin' verbs workin' until
I hear them birds chirpin'
Yeah preferred first person in here
You heard certain
Flirtin' with the lyrical spheres
Ya ears hurtin'
Merkin' every peer that appear
Ya fears worsen
I thought ya mothafuckas already knew
Easy Mac but his mackin' ain't easy
And next comin' up is Beedie kill the shit