Spencer Bellamy - Doo Wop #5 lyrics

I'm comin through y'all, with the Glock buckin Ya whole block duckin Every b**h that I'm f**in with now is co*k s**in It's like I'm allergic to not f**in Ya n***as is f*ggots like Rock Hudson and Boy George I destroy frauds with one verse n***a we could knuckle up or we could let the guns burst L is the type, to murder your son first, to get my point across Since y'all wanna chit or chat with the coppers Y'all might as well join The Force Where I'm from believe me, snitches get k**ed n***as be hustlin daily tryna f** more b**hes than Wilt Takin pictures in silk, gator'd up Pa**port: dated up, hair braided up I f**ed ya b**h but I ain't rape the s*ut she gave it up I runnin with Wop, you runnin wit me, we runnin together We get drunk and blunted together But don't front, the guns is under the leather Ready to ill, ready to k**, ready to peel Steppin to Corle' you better be real Cuz none of my n***as be lettin me chill My crew be deliverin hot lead When gats are clenched rappers I clap and lynch Nobody can f** with the way I be k**in up sh** in rap events It's like, soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin the people yell I'm rugged as hell Brothers can tell, that none of y'all n***as is f**in with L When I'm that n***a ya ex-pect, to catch wreck on any ca**ette deck I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet