Why are y'all always talkin' but sayin' nada
Got a feelin' it's gon' be a late nighter
You never slide when it's gunfire
Everybody's way is what you stay out of
I'm a wildfire, unpredict a baller
Might pipe the bride and the maid of honor
Slime all these hoes, I'm a slut her outer
Now your baby mother's got another daughter
Avoiding the law, I'm moving smarter
My boys get it raw, how raw, real raw
So raw, step on it twice and it's still raw
Lick a bitch nipples with ice in my teeth
Now her titties on freeze, like chill bra
Hell nah, what should I chill for
I'll get some head from his sister
Then hit his bitch mama, that's dick in her jaw
And digging his in-law
All I got bars like, what is you in for
Homicide lines, like coke get killed for
Even at times when I'm doing three much
I make shit look two easy
Like, he should've did more
Roger that, ten-four, 410 slugs inside this judge, no taurus
Wet em up, hang ten, four sure, splash, surfboard
Totally gnarly, this chopper gon' strip every limb from your body
I break down a chopper like I stole a Harley
And switch out the barrel and trigger
Now it got no bodies, get it
It's missing bodies I don't put bodies in ditches
Got so many bodies
Instead of me digging a ditch for each body
I go where the bodies stacked up
And just dig a ditch around them
Well I guess, technically really a trench
If he really get bread and he's still in the trenches
Then my best suggestion is keepin' his
Motherf*ckin' name out your mentions
You itty, lil' bitty, lil' silly ass bitch
Cut out your lights when I'm flicking that switch
So many syllables all in these bars
They slowing it down, to listen to this
So many metaphors, so many similes
Need a thesaurus to get what I spit
So many multiple-syllable words
They gon' have to ask Siri what some of them is
My flow goin' mental to hell with the tempo, I switch it again
Flag on the play when I give him the biznass
Bitch ass, rappers ain't shit, they fabricate shit
I snap now they missin' like Skipper and Gilligan
And what they spittin' all cap, no ship
Get it? All cap, no ship
You can't put me under, just one genre
Must be on umpteen and something, entendres
F*ck do you mean, what the f*ck does it mean
I've been meanin' to meet up with my enemies
Got some new clear things from Amir and Ameen
Now the man in the mirror, got some people to see
Me not are you, backwards that read
Between the lines, got them tryin' to think
You are not me, you see what I mean
Okay, perfect, now unsee what I mean
Bitch, unsee what I mean
You can never know what I mean
You gotta unsee what I mean
You feel me
So if you could just visualize
Me not givin' a f*ck about anything, right
Then watch it twice on rewind, and repeat after me
Ayy, it's motherf*ckin' Willrocious
No, I'm talking to you bro, run that shit back
Bitch
Ha, 727 in the motherf*ckin' building
You already know what it is
Royal House shit
What up, Bizzy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Will-Ro - Unsee What I Mean Lyrics
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Why are y'all always talkin' but sayin' nada
Got a feelin' it's gon' be a late nighter
You never slide when it's gunfire
Everybody's way is what you stay out of
I'm a wildfire, unpredict a baller
Might pipe the bride and the maid of honor
Slime all these hoes, I'm a slut her outer
Now your baby mother's got another daughter
Avoiding the law, I'm moving smarter
My boys get it raw, how raw, real raw
So raw, step on it twice and it's still raw
Lick a bitch nipples with ice in my teeth
Now her titties on freeze, like chill bra
Hell nah, what should I chill for
I'll get some head from his sister
Then hit his bitch mama, that's dick in her jaw
And digging his in-law
All I got bars like, what is you in for
Homicide lines, like coke get killed for
Even at times when I'm doing three much
I make shit look two easy
Like, he should've did more
Roger that, ten-four, 410 slugs inside this judge, no taurus
Wet em up, hang ten, four sure, splash, surfboard
Totally gnarly, this chopper gon' strip every limb from your body
I break down a chopper like I stole a Harley
And switch out the barrel and trigger
Now it got no bodies, get it
It's missing bodies I don't put bodies in ditches
Got so many bodies
Instead of me digging a ditch for each body
I go where the bodies stacked up
And just dig a ditch around them
Well I guess, technically really a trench
If he really get bread and he's still in the trenches
Then my best suggestion is keepin' his
Motherf*ckin' name out your mentions
You itty, lil' bitty, lil' silly ass bitch
Cut out your lights when I'm flicking that switch
So many syllables all in these bars
They slowing it down, to listen to this
So many metaphors, so many similes
Need a thesaurus to get what I spit
So many multiple-syllable words
They gon' have to ask Siri what some of them is
My flow goin' mental to hell with the tempo, I switch it again
Flag on the play when I give him the biznass
Bitch ass, rappers ain't shit, they fabricate shit
I snap now they missin' like Skipper and Gilligan
And what they spittin' all cap, no ship
Get it? All cap, no ship
You can't put me under, just one genre
Must be on umpteen and something, entendres
F*ck do you mean, what the f*ck does it mean
I've been meanin' to meet up with my enemies
Got some new clear things from Amir and Ameen
Now the man in the mirror, got some people to see
Me not are you, backwards that read
Between the lines, got them tryin' to think
You are not me, you see what I mean
Okay, perfect, now unsee what I mean
Bitch, unsee what I mean
You can never know what I mean
You gotta unsee what I mean
You feel me
So if you could just visualize
Me not givin' a f*ck about anything, right
Then watch it twice on rewind, and repeat after me
Ayy, it's motherf*ckin' Willrocious
No, I'm talking to you bro, run that shit back
Bitch
Ha, 727 in the motherf*ckin' building
You already know what it is
Royal House shit
What up, Bizzy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Got a feelin' it's gon' be a late nighter
You never slide when it's gunfire
Everybody's way is what you stay out of
I'm a wildfire, unpredict a baller
Might pipe the bride and the maid of honor
Slime all these hoes, I'm a slut her outer
Now your baby mother's got another daughter
Avoiding the law, I'm moving smarter
My boys get it raw, how raw, real raw
So raw, step on it twice and it's still raw
Lick a bitch nipples with ice in my teeth
Now her titties on freeze, like chill bra
Hell nah, what should I chill for
I'll get some head from his sister
Then hit his bitch mama, that's dick in her jaw
And digging his in-law
All I got bars like, what is you in for
Homicide lines, like coke get killed for
Even at times when I'm doing three much
I make shit look two easy
Like, he should've did more
Roger that, ten-four, 410 slugs inside this judge, no taurus
Wet em up, hang ten, four sure, splash, surfboard
Totally gnarly, this chopper gon' strip every limb from your body
I break down a chopper like I stole a Harley
And switch out the barrel and trigger
Now it got no bodies, get it
It's missing bodies I don't put bodies in ditches
Got so many bodies
Instead of me digging a ditch for each body
I go where the bodies stacked up
And just dig a ditch around them
Well I guess, technically really a trench
If he really get bread and he's still in the trenches
Then my best suggestion is keepin' his
Motherf*ckin' name out your mentions
You itty, lil' bitty, lil' silly ass bitch
Cut out your lights when I'm flicking that switch
So many syllables all in these bars
They slowing it down, to listen to this
So many metaphors, so many similes
Need a thesaurus to get what I spit
So many multiple-syllable words
They gon' have to ask Siri what some of them is
My flow goin' mental to hell with the tempo, I switch it again
Flag on the play when I give him the biznass
Bitch ass, rappers ain't shit, they fabricate shit
I snap now they missin' like Skipper and Gilligan
And what they spittin' all cap, no ship
Get it? All cap, no ship
You can't put me under, just one genre
Must be on umpteen and something, entendres
F*ck do you mean, what the f*ck does it mean
I've been meanin' to meet up with my enemies
Got some new clear things from Amir and Ameen
Now the man in the mirror, got some people to see
Me not are you, backwards that read
Between the lines, got them tryin' to think
You are not me, you see what I mean
Okay, perfect, now unsee what I mean
Bitch, unsee what I mean
You can never know what I mean
You gotta unsee what I mean
You feel me
So if you could just visualize
Me not givin' a f*ck about anything, right
Then watch it twice on rewind, and repeat after me
Ayy, it's motherf*ckin' Willrocious
No, I'm talking to you bro, run that shit back
Bitch
Ha, 727 in the motherf*ckin' building
You already know what it is
Royal House shit
What up, Bizzy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Writer: William Armijo
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