WND

(Slug) It's summer, and I'm chillin on my steps with my little crew Just like the videos, just like all the little rappers do We voice love to the heads we know that walk past Sunshine and smilin, Livin out of a shot glass And I talk fast when it comes to girls Hey baby I'm just a nut tryin to fuck a squirrel Maybe we could shut the world up Let some slug into your life Suddenly she hypes an eyebrow up, like "What do you mean?" and I start buggin like "If I was to fallowed you home would you keep me Would you feed me, would you pet me Would I fuck you till your sleepy?" She said I'm creepy, and walked off Too late, I already got off on the fact you even stopped You knew I'd treat you like an object You knew I was a rapper, you knew it was the trend For us rapper men to disrespect women infront of friends Nonetheless; here comes that kid Sean that I used to be cool with Went to school with, now this kid is talkin fool shit Gettin supper touchy with his lips about How I stuck his bitch supposedly What the fuck is this supposed to be Sean's got nuts, hes alone, I'm wit crew Now tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do I spew. Look (?) makes believers of cartoons And I happen to know your bitch sleeps in until the afternoon Honestly, my man, you don't bother me Cause Everybody bleeds, now go and ask your seed who his father be (Chorus) I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" (Slug) Now Sean kicked my ass, I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna laugh It wasnt fun, but fuck 'em, I'ma get my gun Shit like that gets done in the world of rap If they pushin on ya vibe, you just a pussy if it slides So I sprint up three flights, Get into the feet whipe on the door Draggin dirt and blood on the rug, and the wood floor Couldn't believe my squad just stood there and watched Word to God, this boy tellin me to blame it on my cock I'm amped, and I'ma shoot every motherfucker out there I'm ill, and I'm gonna prove that shit when I get back downstairs Into the bedroom, my passion aimed at the closet Visualizing the top shelf, thats where the shoebox is I push the top up, enough to fit my hand in Reach into the box in a frenzy, realizing that it's empty Hand rests in the box, head festers in an open stun Then I remember, I don't even own a gun (Chorus) "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" I'm like "What, What, (I'm like) "What Kid What" I'm like "What, What, What Kid What" I'm like "What, What, What Kid What" I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" I'm like "What, What, What, What" (Outro) Writers Never Die Writers Never Die Writers Never Die Writers Never Die