[Intro]
(You're listening to hit club music.)
(W4ddles, you genius!)
(uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, heh)
(Sora you lazy bum!)
[Verse: soraxleblanc]
I might've lied on that last track
My pockets and you?, my pockets ain't never been that fat
Niggas been talking all up on my name, they just mad that they single and my shawty ass fat
Damn, like she might be stupid
She said "I love you!", I'm only over here to tap that
Everyone bitching like "Sora, I'm broke!!"
Huh, I might have a theory like Matpat
Huh, it might just be cause you rap bad
Huh, wanna flex all the plays but the stats sad
Huh, like yall niggas way too fat for a spliff, get the bong bowl
(cough, cough)
Yall niggas boof, this ain't gas pack
Everyone dissing me but I can't find where the tracks at
Damn, like yea I got too much to do, ain't too much to lose
Gurren Lagann, either way you wanna spin it, know I keep a tool
Got green on his head, he a creeper
Just know when I free him I see him, nigga finna boom
Sum I wanna prove, ain't nobody here gon' do it how I do
V12 on my whip, I hop in and I zoom
Me and yo shawty, I'm Kuzco, I'm tryna find my lil groove
Big- big ass chop look like sum out of Doom
[Verse: zaptanicus]
Me never wrap bodies, but all of my raps body
Bodies been stackin' up, cash packed enough
20 in the trunk, 10 in the front
Could say that me got a good eye
Mr. Incredibles, bitch I'm the big I
You couldn't step to me, dawg I'm the big I
Been 'bout my cash, and my money for real
Only pie that you gettin' from me out the mud I
(pew, pew)
Sent shots to the opposition
Bounty claimed and the money missin'
Tryna tell me I talk to too many bitches, but my nigga you ain't fuckin' nothin' different
Shit, I'm sum'n diffrnt
Made of paper, this water my wrist thicken (yeah!)
Know you mad at my numbers, they big digits (uh huh)
Couldn't stand you brodie, you make me sicken
So watch how this plot thicken
Slid to yo block, boy ya opps filler
Saw every shot that you unsent
Even if you did, everyone miss
Nobody duck, you did not swish
Goose monochrome, watch the floor shift
Drinks by the shot, can't pay the tip
ABS, PLA-Stick to the hip
Couldn't handle the heat, shot then it melt
Double PBT shot, bet he felt
Bullets rip his chest, paper gettin' dealt
I got more bands in my pocket than cells in my body could actually kill the economy wit it
I see you mad cause I'm actually wicked
Copy my flow, like I won't re-invent it (oy, oy)
Try to come copy my swag like I did it
I did it, I did it, I-
[Verse: Mobbu]
(Mob!)
Back in this shit like I own it
Leash on a leash
Every word, 'notha stroke
They call me DaVinci, the way I go paint Mona Lisa
Never been one for the braggin', but too many sleepin'
I'll body and bag all these niggas
Puttin' myself on the map
Got GPS so you know I'm the pick of the litter
Rode through the city high, doin' 55, goin' downtown for the downtime
This the wrong time, but the right time for the incline, this a new prime
This mountain get rocky but I still climb
Even if I fall, bitch I still try
Call me Sisyphus the way I move
I'm a different nigga than all of you pussies lyin'
Not right in the head cause I'm movin' too crazy
Switch up the flow, Got me talkin' like baby
Kick down the doors if a nigga don't praise me
Slave to the lab, I could never be lazy
Nigga to nice, my stats high like Casey
Nigga to bold, we kick 'em out like Lacy
Ego too big, it got me thinkin' I'm Jayz
Effortless, the way I talk, I'm Swae Lee
Or J.I.D, so don't come for me
Ima bury you niggas like 60ft
Throw the white flags, never knew defeat
You best throw in the towel, I'm whoopin' feat
Spittin' blue flames, this a cold heat
I'm Azula, they treat me like royalty
Keep my O's high, I'm the top piece
Now I wonder if niggas is still sleep
Lil bitch
[Outro]
(uh, uh, uh, okay)
(yeah, M.O.B, yeah)
Too Fonked was written by mobbu & soraxleblanc & zaptanicus.
Too Fonked was produced by W4ddles.
mobbu released Too Fonked on Mon Aug 04 2025.