Meth · Ghost · Rae - It's That Wu Shit lyrics

Yo, most of the time, yo, I'm flicked up
Stepping out the crib like I'm sixed up
Don't get it mixed up
Even if I'm shaking your hand
I'm still gripped up
With two spots left, yeah
We still bricked up
Trees pine, gleem no seed, young
Boys feeling they self, they must be on E's
Me? I stay yachted out, boating on oceans
He banging my old chick, and he mad open
Think I smell the goons
They been business since the Tunnel days
Shanks out, they ready to move
Somebody yelled out 'ballin'
In two seconds, lord, they was up on 'em
That boy should of slowed down, baby
Now what we gon' tell his lady
Jaw on the floor, looking all crazy
A lot of vicks been going down in here
Lately

In 2012, the DJ is still recognized
As the crowd controller the record breaking
Keep the bottles popping and
All the ass shaking

It's that Wu shit, it's that movement
It's the Wu shit in the house

Yo, should I talk about all the
Jewels I wore on my neck
While you had to tuck your little
Shit in out of respect i'm a don
Rebel out of Staten Island projects
I dare ya'll to come in my projects
Leave with no head, no neck
You thought I was Flex
The way I bombed the set
In the hallway, banger house
Smelling like cake tongueing bitches down
Most of them got scraped
Watch how I move the crowd, I'mma make 'em
Make 'em clap to this no shit, no doubt
Two shots of Hennessy, ladies want Goose
Earlier them fronting niggas
Now they want a truce
Mami got a bubble in her Jimmy Choo shoe
When I go and kick it
She's a goodie two-shoe?
Yeah, right, daddy got bread
Like J holiday, I wanna put you to bed
Tell me your girlfriends, kicks
Don't let it go to your head
Walking around in your cheap ass threads
Get away from me, stinky

It's that Wu shit, it's that movement
It's the Wu shit in the house

Yeah, yo, I spit lines from the rubble room
Bottom line, I kick mines
Like a mother's womb
I'm, still in my prime, fuck them other dudes
No biting's the rule
But we can eat each other's food
Flash a camera at the all time great
Single handing increase New York's crime rate
That's why I love it in the Empire State
The city where your fat ass
Can still find weight
But ya'll ain't getting it
The game is different and in the recession
A lot of veterans is quitting it
Every day I'm living it, your boy got blunts
Fighting after school
A lot of ya'll got jumped
Staten Island, bruh, ratchet under my coat
Potato silencer and we silencing that
Just every day challenge us
Check a nigga out of
Respect, I'm spectacular, this the Massacre