Sharc - Warlord lyrics

14 let's go! Yeah
Pussy boy, don't talk back
Yeah, no funny shit i heard you

F&N flip his whip
Bet that boy won't spin again
(Pew, pew, pew, grrt)
Cooking Katy Perry, bitch (O oh)
Let it dry, let it sit
Tall, slim Vogue model bitch
And she licking dick
Hit her from the back then she crash, yeah
Fender bender knives on us in the prison
No cap, we the real ones
Dope stashed in the kitty
Nutsack on the pistol (Grrt)
Big homie, Stuart Little
Sharc true to the grizzle
Two guns, I'm on a mission
Playing dirty like a scrimmage
(yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah, ooh)

She nutted twicе, I'm not finished
I be on that block really
Pull up in that drop Bentley (Newm)
Fifty in that Glock 20, nigga, this a mop
Really clean a nigga block literally
(Sterilize, no funny shit, ooh)
Black on black suburban
I feel like a star man
Pelle'd up like Birkin
Raf Simon campaign, watch me do my damn thing
Soon a nigga act up
Pull him like a hamstring (Pull him)
Pussy, are you geeked or just stupid?
(Are you dumb?)
I came with a gang of elite fucking shooters
(Real hard yard)
He talking on Twitter like a goonie
Home invasion
His brain on the screen of his computer
(Kick his fucking door)

Teach him not to talk back
Pussy boy don't talk back
Yeah, you better not talk back
(Better not talk back, better not talk back)
Like, nigga, where your pops at?
Niggas should've popped on you
We gon' put these choppas on you
(Pussy boy don't talk back)

F&N flip his whip
Bet that boy won't spin again
(Pew, pew, pew, grrt)
Cooking Katy Perry, bitch (O oh)
Let it dry, let it sit
Tall, slim Vogue model bitch
And she licking dick
Hit her from the back then she crash, yeah
Fender bender knives on us in the prison
No cap, we the real ones
Dope stashed in the kitty
Nutsack on the pistol (Grrt)
Big homie, Stuart Little
Sharc true to the grizzle
Two guns, I'm on a mission
Playing dirty like a scrimmage
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you like me, baby, deep throat (Ah)
Fiends, they in geek mode
Bring the TVs to me on the block after 12
Welcome to the freak show
(Welcome to the freak)
That's your last C note
A rifle in my peacoat (Grrt)
Sliding with a freak bunny
Drop her at the bunny range
Tote low, avalanche, VVS, wrist climate
Flush a nigga, pissy diamonds
Yeah, hang out the window
Draco milly rocking

Teach him not to talk back
Pussy boy don't talk back
Yeah, you better not talk back
(Better not talk back, better not talk back)
Like, nigga, where your pops at?
Niggas should've popped on you
We gon' put these choppas on you
(Pussy boy don't talk back)

F&N flip his whip
Bet that boy won't spin again
(Pew, pew, pew, grrt)
Cooking Katy Perry, bitch (O oh)
Let it dry, let it sit
Tall, slim Vogue model bitch
And she licking dick
Hit her from the back then she crash, yeah
Fender bender knives on us in the prison
No cap, we the real ones
Dope stashed in the kitty
Nutsack on the pistol (Grrt)
Big homie, Stuart Little
Sharc true to the grizzle
Two guns, I'm on a mission
Playing dirty like a scrimmage
(yeah, yeah, yeah)