Underground (Remix)

I took a couple weeks
Let you fuckers breathe, but I’m comin now
Tongue is foul
Wild like a thundercloud but the sun is out
That bitch ain’t want me when I was underground
But she want it now
Hoe, run a hunnid thou just to come sit down on my mother couch
That Balenciaga track, I compared a chain to a fuckin round
And she thought that shit was deep
How I make you think when I dumb it down
When you perform you don’t even thank 'em for comin’ out
You always greeted to a room full of “boos” like a haunted house
If he run his mouth, make him run the rest of his shit
Keep stickin' him with rights, ‘til there’s nothing left of this prick
The shit could’ve been corrected
If he ain’t nеglect to just put me best on his list
And if hе confessed it, he’d be in bed with his bitch
Aim at his head with the stick, got ‘em drawin' blanks
While he stumble on his words
Like hangman, might see a body - say something wrong
You bitches thinkin it’s fun and all ‘til I come and rounds pop
When I blow the stick like a bubble wand when the gun is drawn
And I’ll run up on any rapper poppin on stations
Fuck sonnin’ him, I bet that revolver stop his rotation
I’ll bring a .40 and pull up on Dax, he thought he was wasted?
I’ll blow a O in the middle of Dax then dox his location
I cocked the K, it was shown and them bastards sweat profusely
He say he armed with one piece and that’s a stretch; Luffy
Toolies make ‘em dance when we slide; Toosie
I’ll show em you a pussy on live; Boosie
Y’all ‘bout to hear the way hunger sound like a stomach growl
Makin’ suckers chow and I’m munchin' down like a luncheon
Now, if you think me or the Fleece is somethin' to fuck with
I’ll just run to the truck and I’ll pull the pump out the
Trunk and *BLAOW*
That gun’ll sound
Everyone around’ll be duckin’ down
When that sudden “POW” go to his top 'til he's spun around
You won the crown when I was gone? I wonder how
But you won’t get no fuckin flowers from me ‘til you underground