Walkin' Timebomb E

Fuck that nigga. Yeah, fuck him, yeah. Fuck that nigga. Bugsy. Fuck that nigga. Yeah, practice. Fuck that nigga. Uh, Ay, nigga, fuck off. I'm ready to make my drop off. Popping the clip and empty it quick, all up In they jizz off. It's your call, 'cause of Those six hundred. The psychopathic change is Tragic. The critical choices are the baddest. Bulletproof vest to the chest and tech under the Mattress. Off the clip, I spill. Dead bodies and tiger wheels. Stacks, I smash off on rims and brake pads. I'm off many minerals. The surgeon general warns that I just might be One of the children of the corn. Very descriptive, ain't nothing mythical about this Griffin. My impulse turbines reshaping shit to fit My intentions. Ooh, shit, bitch, Loose stitch, tightest wrist. Quick won't help 'cause I'm all up in your Mental, causing your head to campus. Fucking gimmick, fucking semi-sick, fully sick in The brain. What can I say? I guess it's A gift to be insane. Train me to be sane, shot sick in the Brain. Able change, control of my actions. The long-lasting clashin's like a war names. Bub, who said sick kids can't hit the club? And do the Murder Man dance, Chet, and I'm Ready for the Redrum. I'm just a bomb ready to go off. Murda. Murda. Boom, nigga. Fuck 'em up, nigga. Sometimes I feel just like A walking time bomb based off the fact I'm Quick to explode. You best to watch out 'cause There's no telling when I might blow. I might go insane though with the.44, but You niggas don't know I'm feeling 'bout to explode. Sometimes I feel just like a walking time bomb Based the fact quick to explode. You best to watch out 'cause there's no telling When I might blow. I might go insane though With the.44, but you niggas don't know I'm Feeling 'bout to explode. I did them. I did them like all around The clock hustling. Underground tape smuggling. I'm dropping the hit quick like it ain't nothing. While these bitches be mainstream scrubbing. Got my back against the wall while I'm counting My cash fresh out the bank. My hundreds come Crispier than the crispy chicken cheese sandwich at Local Baked. I'm moving with no delay, busta. You better check my references 'cause I ain't got No time to waste. I'm gonna move swift and Make sure to remember this and never no evidence. Well, I'm fully heated and ready to Royal Rumble With these minivan-driving, two-faced lying-butt Weak niggas will crumble. When I'm mobbing to Humboldt, you best bet that I'ma smoke and get high. Singing the tunes with the homies while reality Slowly be passing me by. I'm a natural guy. Pathological lies my second nature. Like when you hit me on the pager and I don't call you back, see that don't mean I hate you. I'm just mobbing on with the Folks, straight mobbing off in the smoke. I put my left and my right hand on The mic and do that lyrical hokey pokey. And you don't know it's like uncontrollable the way We progress in this game. So I'm gonna continue to mob on and I Suggest you do the same. Nigga, we mob riders. The mainstream, it don't get no better than this. The type to pump your whole sector, leaving you Lingering in your own piss. So who's this? Too wonderful to miss, your Neighborhood thug executive. Causing more shots than a doctor, but y'all can Call me the roomful of murderers, bitch. Sometimes I feel walking time bomb based off the Fact I'm quick to explode. You best to watch out 'cause there's no telling When I might blow. I might go insane though With the.44, but you niggas don't know I'm Feeling 'bout to explode. Sometimes I feel just like a walking time bomb Based the fact quick to explode. You best to watch out 'cause there's no telling When I might blow. I might go insane though With the.44, but you niggas don't know I'm Feeling 'bout to explode. Uh, My cranium split off one hit. Gone up in that yak with low-down shit. Bitch, downshift, another gear quick. 'Cause I seen what the five was since now It's time to get. 'Bout seven, I'm keeping eleven, Answer Paul. Nigga wanna step, but I bust 'em All. Decapitate heads, snatch legs and make beds for The dead, man, I let the gas off. Mind Gone. Not one to fuck with, bitch. City of Sac, Self Made in this. Can't work then I'ma make it, trick. Don't worry, I'ma make it, bitch. Hot side nigga, no pot. Mac Damn it, the Drop with the shades on hot. All rocks stop, nigga, why lock? .45s and the lock glocks blowing my... Yeah, uh. It's time for you to recognize, Uh. You know, Self Made in this, Uh. My name is Bugsy. For y'all out of town niggas that don't know How I do this. My nigga Baby Bub. You know how we just do this. Five niggas in the Buick, uh. It ain't hard to lose it. Bitch, I refuse it. Nigga, what the fuck? We gon' do it. Raise up a blunt, Nigga. Load up the pump, nigga. Niggas want some funk, I load my brain and I'm gon' dump, nigga. What these niggas want, nigga? Fuck these other niggas. Niggas know I'm 'bout that, Nigga. Fuck that nigga. Fuck that nigga. Load my trigger and I'm ready To flex. Load my tech and I'm putting holes Through necks. Ready to check mic, check. Ready to check mic one, mix checking. Turn up my volume. These niggas, they want some funk and yes, indeed, I'm finna solve them. Soul invading. Niggas know they ain't fading. I come through and leaving them fucked up. Hella bad like an Asian. You niggas know I'm ho invasion. Leaving niggas phasing. Leaving these niggas fucked up for the simple fact I'm a raisin. I'm hot, bitch. Hot like hot water up out the sink. Y'all niggas, they see me, but not as fast As I can blink. Now what the fuck y'all Niggas want? My nigga Young Bread up in the Drop. These niggas, they trying to run because we Smashing from the cops. I got these niggas lost And they mind gone. Fucking with this mind strong. Nigga that's ready to bust and leave these niggas Fucked up when I chambone. Now listen to me, nigga. I'm off the dome And that's like strictly. I'm leaving these niggas Fucked up. All my business stays risky. Wanna kiss me? Get that bitch up off me. She ain't even saucy. Fool, she cannot fuck with This nigga 'cause I'm just way too bossy. Too flossy in the drop with my diamonds up In my earlobes. Leaving these niggas fucked up and Getting mad like I'm having a feud. Now what the fuck you wanna do? 'Cause I'm Spitting with my Reeboks. Stopping up through the H block. Now what the fuck you wanna do up on The spot? Six-four, got it on lock. Six-four, all up in your block. Six-four, all up in your knot. Self Made, can't even stop though. When we come through with the.44, Glock 9s And.40 means. Leaving these motherfuckers felt in The back fade with a motherfucking gangsta lean. Now what, they wanna get away clean? Get away clean?