O.K. I fuck with the genuine
You don't resemble it
Real is familiar and we haven't met I think
You're just a random and your name is anythin'
Matter of fact family, who the hell let you in?
I smoke medicinal, this is my medicine
I roll a spliff, my cone big as an elephant
Stoners you know that its fit from the smell of it
This shit will take of your head like a terrorist
Tell em' it's Skeletor back from the dead again
Your woman with me she's sniffin' that Eminem
My people with me they're like oh not them again
They got them hollows on deck, big up to L.O.M
They ain't see me on the stage
Kick a motherfucker in the face
Right infront of Drake
I didn't wanna do it
But if you're reading this it's too late
But listen I'm like ey bro
I'm feelin' like Wayne though
England want me back down
I'm sorry for the wait though
I'm lookin' for some Peso's
Then I found my way home
Plus I got a Puertarican chick like J-Lo
Britain don't make those
I might go Spain though
Cos I got a couple girls there lookin' fuego
One let's me do me
The other one hates tho
But she's gonna love me when she has another Quayle
And I feel like touring
Mother doesn't wanna take my money
Cos she figured how I got it
I was tryna make a little profit
But now I'm tryna be a fucking prophet
Man who the fuck want it?
I'm about to catch a body
I ain't even being Cockey
They ain't fuckin' round with Shotty
Tryna kill him in the studio like Pac was in the lobby
I'm about to put my fucking hand on faces like Bobby
I can only imagine what you feel
When you see your woman liking all my pics on Insta
Goddamn I bet that shit must of hit ya
Did you know she sent that DM picture?
But I just stopped dicking these groupies
Their lips is the loosest
They wanna take pictures to prove that we did what we doing
These bitches are ruthless
I'm watching these chicks that I move with
O.K Sixteen minutes past three's on the way
Arriba, Imma up speeds Ondalay!
I've been here chillin' in the league of the greats
Now they're bout to see a full blown beast in the face
Ey! They said I wasn't gonna show up
That's what the talk was about
But I shown up with a bad bitch
And a fat spliff in my mouth
And bitch you guessed it (whoop)
Sixteen Minutes Past Three that's next bitch!
And bitch you guessed it (whoop)
Sixteen Minutes Past Three that's next bitch!
You Guessed It (Freestyle) was written by Brandon Thomas & SHOTTY HORROH.
You Guessed It (Freestyle) was produced by Brandon Thomas.
SHOTTY HORROH released You Guessed It (Freestyle) on Sun Apr 12 2015.