Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wes Beez
Wes Beez
Songwriter
TNC Torcha
TNC Torcha
Songwriter
Alfred Banks
Alfred Banks
Songwriter

Lyrics

Spaz mode these assholes And let em loose Lyriqs Da Lyraciss and I'm forever cool Overcoming and under nothing Y'all niggas poo Even if you try hard, nigga you finna loose The whole industry, I'ma give it the business soon And I won't need a big ass window to enter thru With Wes B on the track, we the pinnacle dude Lyrically I'm a winner nigga we finna brew And I'ma burn this bitch down to the ground from the beginning Put a bomb at the back to let you know when I'm finished Mortal kombat combo, finish him You peeping out my sentences Niggas call me Papa John's the way that I deliver this All I rap is reality, while you Disney Pixar And I ain't really into games unless you call me Jigsaw But I will never let you win unless Saw all 6 parts And you can miss me with that silly shit, really bitch Who you Gangsta Grillin' nigga, you are no Affiliate What are you an idiot, I'm a 5'7 militant Yea I say nigga a lot, but I'm not ignorant So, am I killing it tell me are you feeling this If not, you should move your ass around like an immigrant Or a nomad, heard this beat and spazzed in my notepad It's Wes B, so tell me why you hoes mad I know why, you know the team Cause its fist pumps everywhere and fuck yea everything I said its fist pumps everywhere and fuck yea everything Uh, what it is Tygah Woods This is the life of rap addict Cook it, Ship it, before I bag it This flow automatic I heard this track I had to toe tag it Fuck it, cremate it No need for the black bag And I promise you fucking faggots That Torcha he be the savage I can walk on water Surf on sand Spit out fire Inhale then I exhale (Whoo) I'm heaven sent I wonder should I just give em hell I brought the horse to the water But now he need a well I just wanna go and let you know that you niggas don't feel my pain Now what that sound like I just wanna go and let you know that you niggas don't feel my pain Now here I stand as a one-man wrecking band Wrecking whoever and I'm outta school But I promise I ain't running man I'll electric slide your ass across that asphalt As for, instigating niggas they just ass talk Shit talkers
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