Flamed Wok - MC Lyrics

Tell 'em what it do, Paul
Watch
What?
(Watch, watch, Wok)
RBN shit, they already know (RBN)
BT shit, 43, yeah (Cezar, Cezar)
Uh (fah, fah, fah, fah)
Bitch, I'm a MC, uh
I'm speaking for MD
Now they tryna' be me, you can't beat me
I'm from BT, uh
MD-2043, yeah they know the streets
They know where I be, uh
They don't wanna see me
Call up Yung Paolo for the big beef
They gon' make it worse, it's a evil world
You can take my word, I'ma make it work
Every plot, they make it off a perc
Every plot, I make it off a swerve
Then I drift off, leave it on the curb
Bodies droppin, it's a f*cking curse
Spinnin' big blocks, twist 'em like a curl
All my shit straight, I don't need a perm
I bet I'ma knock 'em down with the witnesses
Ain't no witness wanna get with me (Nah)
Ain't no bitches wanna play with me (That's right)
Pussy boy, get away from me (Wok)
All these victims got no memory
So I could never take a felony (Nah)
Get some money, f*ck an enemy
You gettin' bread? I'm a bakery
Bitch I'm the one in a million
And I'm a milli in a billion
You talking cap, we gettin' curious
You talkin' fast, we gettin' furious
I'm going back to back, I'm always spinnin' shit
I got the juice, the world can not spill this shit
I got my moves, and they really infinite
Hit up my opps with no empathy
Hit up my opps individually
I'm throwin' it down, offending them
I got my men, but they really some menaces
Going through pain, but I boost my adrenaline
Uppin' and dumpin, like f*ck all that sentencing
I got my strap, boom it (Boom it)
Taking a W, f*ck all that losing
You got a strap? Use it
Why is you showing it all in your music?
Bitch, I'm a MC, uh
I'm speaking for MD
Now they tryna' be me, you can't beat me
I'm from BT, uh
MD-2043, yeah they know the streets
They know where I be, uh
They don't wanna see me
Call up Yung Paolo for the big beef
They gon' make it worse, it's a evil world
You can take my word, I'ma make it work
Every plot, they make it off a perc
Every plot, I make it off a swerve
Then I drift off, leave it on the curb
Bodies droppin, it's a f*cking curse
Spinnin' big blocks, twist 'em like a curl
All my shit straight, I don't need a perm
I bet I'ma knock 'em down with the witnesses
Nah (That's right)
Wok