[Verse 1: Travon]
An Yo, the crowd is hyped cause the word is his occupation
But all I have received is boredom from conversations
And portions of people taping
My niggas is out here making, This money so now they hatin
Why you mad bro?
I could’ve been a fag in a shack with no ass hole
Eating Tabasco, With a fat chick givin mad blow
Thought I was brown but I’m black in my ass hole
I ate the cornrows up and shitted out an afro
The cash flow, Had a nigga on so I cut that
Treat us like hoes to get us on but nigga fuck that
Your mom came in the room screamin slut’s back
Told the world to polish my dick and pull my nuts back
Na nigga fuck that and who? What? fuck you
Mad cause you wanna hang like my nuts do
I come through got the moon saying that his butts cool
You better be cool before I reach out and touch you
[Verse 2: Juss Kev]
Ok they heard that this murderous verbalist is so superb with this
The way the words merge and twist I heat it up and serve the dish
Same bitches all on my dick they were the first to diss
Got bread so when I meet them they cheese, On some burger shit
Dope’s what I prefer to spit, get a beat with a verse to fit
Tighter than a virgin chick, Then I just emerge with hits
I will attack, and kill a track, that’s filled with facts they worship it
Niggas won’t even get on a song if I’m first to spit
I get wild curse and shit, spit styles a perfect mix
Of this and that, I spit on tracks the shit’s exact and merciless
So fuckin sick it hurts to piss
Bitch niggas where your purses is?
Old niggas purchase this like “Who in the earth is this?”
Juss Kev ho, On different level
Leave a bunch of dead flows on these beats that’s retro
And I’m from that West Coast so I gotta get dough
And I’m killin niggas behind bars the new Death Row
An Yo, the crowd is hyped cause the word is his occupation
But all I have received is boredom from conversations
And portions of people taping
My niggas is out here making, This money so now they hatin
Why you mad bro?
I could’ve been a fag in a shack with no ass hole
Eating Tabasco, With a fat chick givin mad blow
Thought I was brown but I’m black in my ass hole
I ate the cornrows up and shitted out an afro
The cash flow, Had a nigga on so I cut that
Treat us like hoes to get us on but nigga fuck that
Your mom came in the room screamin slut’s back
Told the world to polish my dick and pull my nuts back
Na nigga fuck that and who? What? fuck you
Mad cause you wanna hang like my nuts do
I come through got the moon saying that his butts cool
You better be cool before I reach out and touch you
[Verse 2: Juss Kev]
Ok they heard that this murderous verbalist is so superb with this
The way the words merge and twist I heat it up and serve the dish
Same bitches all on my dick they were the first to diss
Got bread so when I meet them they cheese, On some burger shit
Dope’s what I prefer to spit, get a beat with a verse to fit
Tighter than a virgin chick, Then I just emerge with hits
I will attack, and kill a track, that’s filled with facts they worship it
Niggas won’t even get on a song if I’m first to spit
I get wild curse and shit, spit styles a perfect mix
Of this and that, I spit on tracks the shit’s exact and merciless
So fuckin sick it hurts to piss
Bitch niggas where your purses is?
Old niggas purchase this like “Who in the earth is this?”
Juss Kev ho, On different level
Leave a bunch of dead flows on these beats that’s retro
And I’m from that West Coast so I gotta get dough
And I’m killin niggas behind bars the new Death Row
( Juss Kev & Travon )
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