Whole Thing Lyrics – MAF Teeski

(You aren’t even a cold breeze for my man Taz)

Boy, don’t crash out, I’ll make you wreck
Super f**ked up in the head, all I think about is guns and s*x
Jumped out with that brr, hit his head and put his a$$ to rest
I’m the type to fight and probably steal up off my teacher desk
You the type of n!gga who beg for deals, this ain’t verse for less
Treat him like his mama, just like Nike, put his a$$ in check
Steady catchin’ headshot after headshot, why you buy that vest?
Bounce out with this Drac’, that 7.62 left his dumb a$$ stretched

I like bad b!tches who go both ways, and I like Percs and lean
I like Micro Dracs and ARPs, and I like sticks and beam
My main b!tch wanna argue, you tryna head, I’m tryna pour the lean
Baby, that a$$ fat and I’m just curious if you squirt or cream
Bae, let’s grab our pa$$ports and go places that we never seen
Shootout with my b!tch right here, I’m still gon’ dump the whole thing
Yeah, yeah, still gon’ dump the whole thing
Shootout with my b!tch right here, the opps, they a$$ ain’t on a thing
Somethin’ like Beyoncé, I’ll bounce out, let the Draco sing
My brand new lil’ b!tch stuck in the waves, you know she thick and mean
All my n!ggas ridin’, we all for one, we on the same team
Forty in this Vec’, I catch a opp, I’m throwin’ the whole thing
Big 4K, you sweet-a$$ n!ggas green
You ain’t havin’ motion, I can tell by the color of your lean
Steady pourin’ Wockhardt after Wockhardt, I’m a f**kin’ fiend
And when we f**k, I always up a flash, we shootin’ movie scenes
Yeah, brand new 19, this b!tch hold a Vec’
KD was my rappy, you could just by my f**kin’ neck
All my Scooms got B’s, they put up buckets like it’s open rec
All my hoes got hoes in a bedroom, you know she f**k the best

Boy, don’t crash out, I’ll make you wreck
Super f**ked up in the head, all I think about is guns and s*x
Jumped out with that brr, hit his head and put his a$$ to rest
I’m the type to fight and probably steal up off my teacher desk
You the type of n!gga who beg for deals, this ain’t verse for less
Treat him like his mama, just like Nike, put his a$$ in check
Steady catchin’ headshot after headshot, why you buy that vest?
Bounce out with this Drac’, that 7.62 left his dumb a$$ stretched

You would think I was runnin’ with Shiesty and them how I bounce out the V and I make me a mess (Come on)
I know you don’t got no motion, you broke as f**k, boy, look how you dress (Your broke a$$)
I got up close, hit his a$$ all in his head, that’s how I knew he checked (His dead a$$)
The opps die back to back, I don’t even wanna troll, I know they lil’ a$$ stressed (The f**k?)
My last vic’ was holdin’ his leg, he was halfway dead, he ain’t know he got hit in the chest
Y’all not out on y’all block, y’all can’t post up, so where is you lil’ n!ggas at?
We hit his a$$ so many times, he just not dyin’, I’m startin’ to think he a cat (For real)
I know I’m a big-time rapper, I’ll still jump through me a window and kit up a Scat
You don’t wanna f**k with my opps, some of ’em gay and most of them n!ggas some rats
Just ’cause I got on some glasses, don’t be no fool, you’ll die ’cause you thinkin’ it’s that (Dumba$$)
That n!gga was runnin’ too slow, he wanted to die, we shot his a$$ all in the back (For real)
Stop tryna talk money to me, I just got signed, your broke a$$ still work packs, n!gga (Your broke a$$)

Boy, don’t crash out, I’ll make you wreck
Super f**ked up in the head, all I think about is guns and s*x
Jumped out with that brr, hit his head and put his a$$ to rest
I’m the type to fight and probably steal up off my teacher desk
You the type of n!gga who beg for deals, this ain’t verse for less
Treat him like his mama, just like Nike, put his a$$ in check
Steady catchin’ headshot after headshot, why you buy that vest?
Bounce out with this Drac’, that 7.62 left his dumb a$$ stretched