Shits ridiculous
It's a lisp how i'm spitting this
Say I got some omnipotence
Flow sick like it's syphilis
This shit is mischievous
Innocent, or infamous
Religiousness, or villainous
It's f*cking with my stimulus
I stay collecting my bankroll
The payload
Try and track all of my zeros
It's tangled
You underneath us like insole
This shit a field goal
Dropping this and we blow up
C4
Cut the wrong wire
Rock my own attire bitch you know this shit fire
Notre dame, kicking over spires
Cutting off the liars and the fakes
Fetti makes brain go off the wave
They'll do anything for that cake
Music seeping in the pours
Say don't f*ck with the new ports
My soul is trapped under the floorboards
Of course the untold truth comes out
Folding like phones do now, again
Vent for more attention, start the wrong engine
Now we moving in the wrong section
Don't you dare mention me along with yours
We was trapped in detention, behind closed doors
While you talk shit, I'm like brodie stop it
We change direction and still can't top it
Bitch who the f*ck you thought this is
wilson hunter - C4 Lyrics
wilson hunter - C4 Lyrics
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Shits ridiculous
It's a lisp how i'm spitting this
Say I got some omnipotence
Flow sick like it's syphilis
This shit is mischievous
Innocent, or infamous
Religiousness, or villainous
It's f*cking with my stimulus
I stay collecting my bankroll
The payload
Try and track all of my zeros
It's tangled
You underneath us like insole
This shit a field goal
Dropping this and we blow up
C4
Cut the wrong wire
Rock my own attire bitch you know this shit fire
Notre dame, kicking over spires
Cutting off the liars and the fakes
Fetti makes brain go off the wave
They'll do anything for that cake
Music seeping in the pours
Say don't f*ck with the new ports
My soul is trapped under the floorboards
Of course the untold truth comes out
Folding like phones do now, again
Vent for more attention, start the wrong engine
Now we moving in the wrong section
Don't you dare mention me along with yours
We was trapped in detention, behind closed doors
While you talk shit, I'm like brodie stop it
We change direction and still can't top it
Bitch who the f*ck you thought this is
It's a lisp how i'm spitting this
Say I got some omnipotence
Flow sick like it's syphilis
This shit is mischievous
Innocent, or infamous
Religiousness, or villainous
It's f*cking with my stimulus
I stay collecting my bankroll
The payload
Try and track all of my zeros
It's tangled
You underneath us like insole
This shit a field goal
Dropping this and we blow up
C4
Cut the wrong wire
Rock my own attire bitch you know this shit fire
Notre dame, kicking over spires
Cutting off the liars and the fakes
Fetti makes brain go off the wave
They'll do anything for that cake
Music seeping in the pours
Say don't f*ck with the new ports
My soul is trapped under the floorboards
Of course the untold truth comes out
Folding like phones do now, again
Vent for more attention, start the wrong engine
Now we moving in the wrong section
Don't you dare mention me along with yours
We was trapped in detention, behind closed doors
While you talk shit, I'm like brodie stop it
We change direction and still can't top it
Bitch who the f*ck you thought this is
Writer: William Langason, Wilson Hunter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid