Trackademicks - Wow (Bay sh**) lyrics

[Hook x4] Wow Bay sh** (wow) Be quiet, grown folks finna say sh** [Verse 1: Trackademicks] (Trackademicks) She asked me if I make hits I replied “Do Elton John hate tits?” (yup) Don't deny, I got slap for days, Pound for pound Put me up against the best and I'll beat myself down Eye of the tiger, stripes of a bengal Don't matter where you look, I'm covering every single angle Polyrhythmatic, smashing through traffic Slapping D-Lo, No Ho with a bad b**h Avid with reason, [mackish?] with logic Have her lip-locking like we Trapped In the Closet They have your body bumping like you trapped in a mosh pit Then back on the grind time, faster than ostrich Pa**ion or profit? The answer is obvious You must have a pair when you're matching your socks, b**h Trackademicks slaps knock cats unconscious These marks can't see me, they lack the optometrist I'm a bay boy, playboy I take toys that make noise and lay voice to brain joy See, see, see how she smiling? Got my number, ooh, look, now she dialing Uh-oh, look how I'm diving in I'm not a crook, what I took he wasn't hiding in Yup, yup, and she was fine with it I'm talking finer than the shine from off a diamond chip Yeah [Hook] [Verse 2: Kool A.D.] Wow Bay sh** Kool A.D., grown man finna say sh** Our makeshifts take off like spaceships Y'all play this straight soft, I'm Lay's chips Greasy, too easy Kool A.D. from the S.F. Breezy You hate me ‘cause I flex so freely Fools lately want to test my feelings Meanwhile I'm trying to test my ceiling Used to move cess, now I'm stress-free dealing Laid back, I'm a Beach Boy I'm a lime to a lemon, you a peach, boy I'm a Beach Boy, good Vibrations Good god, goddamn, soul vibrations Why hate it when you really could be loving it We holding that heat like the oven mitt Leave the p**y crooked like the p**y was the government Beat the p**y up up up like LoveRance Kool A.D. on some other sh**, other other sh** Tell your mom, tell your sister, tell your brother, sh** Just don't tell your girl, though, she on a brother d- The brother Vic finna go pub-a-lic, couple pots bubblin' Yup [Hook]