Exile - Cuhh lyrics

[Intstrumental Intro] [Hook: Emardo] Cuhh, what you talking about? All these haters in my grill make me want to shout Like bruh, pull a pistol out Imma pop you Cuhh, what you talking about? [Verse 1: CJ Toasta] Uh, popping G's for a living I don't give a damn i ain't ever be forgiving Bullets to the head be the only things I'm giving And also straight flames be the only things I'm spitting The way i formulate these raps, you can call it a recipe You'd be a fool, to come up and mess with me If you try and screw with me, you are no friend to me And if you betray me, you are dead to me But it was never worth always feeling dead My real estate sweet, you can see the stacks of bread You can smell that ounce, and I ain't even in your house yet You keep going on you gonna end up dead Getting tired of hearing all these voices in my head If you step up to me, imma put you in check Wait, you wanna drown? then go ahead Tell bush to push the bu*ton, man, cause I'm fed [Hook: Emardo] Cuhh, what you talking about? All these haters in my grill make me want to shout Like bruh, pull a pistol out Imma pop you Cuhh, what you talking about? [Verse 2: MaseDawg] Not afraid to admit, to admit how I'm k**ing these My capabilities to rival nature's abilities It's lit, but i'll admit that i'm ill Scoop pills, 5 G's on a phone bill, pay it if i will Make them drop, make them pop Came from bottom, aim for top I'm the clone of slim shady And them haters don't phase me They just look at me daily Wishing my problems away Wiping what might cause the pain I'm so twisted, it's like I sustain a strain Everyday counts when you're this far from the bills But I'm still original and wild just like Bear Grylls [Verse 3: Jay-K] That's why I try to write the best ill verses with real purpose Personally purchase the hearse, to attend this service That's why i'm after this money No laughing gas, anything funny k**ing like every single beat Tell them kids they slipping k**ing, spitting Everybody else they tripping [Hook: Emardo] Cuhh, what you talking about? All these haters in my grill make me want to shout Like bruh, pull a pistol out Imma pop you Cuhh, what you talking about? [Verse 4: Emardo] Slumdog far apart, any sub par Whip all these posers make it seem like Worldstar Come back and smack you all up, I'm in it again You ain't even getting dough, don't come around them Then i'm ready open my door unlock my whip He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip [Verse 5: MaseDawg] Yo what's up? MaseDawg on the mic I ain't a little tike, I can ride a bike I can spit harder than a brick So sick, you'll get kick Out of this verse, it's a curse You're gonna need a nurse To heal these wounds, I'll give you a brace You're such a disgrace, I can't look at your face So step away from the car, before I slow you in tar And take off in my Jaguar [Hook: Emardo] Cuhh, what you talking about? All these haters in my grill make me want to shout Like bruh, pull a pistol out Imma pop you Cuhh, what you talking about?