pWunda:[ Quest beats

pJ Formz:[ Yeah, it's Ghostown & 5 star, you know, it's Formz in the building

right here



[J Formz:]

Beefin with Formz? I bet you gon' run

Cause beef with you is like blue balls, you ain't never gon' cum

Cause I'll give it to whoever, wherever, whenever

You think you gon' beat me and I'm just like, "Whatever"

That ain't never, ever, ever, ever gon' happen

Cause there's 2 things I'm good at: fightin' and rappin'

And honestly, I didn't pay dough to throw hands

But if you keep it up, you gon' ruin the whole plan

And I don't give a fuck, we could scrap right here

Pull out the gat right here, you'll get clapped right here

And I don't really care how much you drank or who you know

Grillin', I'm ready and willin' like "Where the fuck did he go?"

You're not pullin' that off and thinkin' it's peace

Cause you think this is a club, but I'mma treat it like the streets

So if it's gettin' late and cats startin' to act

I'll blow your head off your shoulders, how's that for a night cap? Blow!



[Chorus x2: Wunda]

You don't want it with them cause they seem nuts

Respect wherever we go when you see us

I see the hate in your eyes, you wanna be us

Throw ya G'z up up, throw ya G'z up!



[Cig:]

Haters might not admit it, but I'm so sick with it

Mami wanna ride, then we ride, know Cig hit it

Mami wanna slide, then we slide, so quit spittin'

Got the 'dro in the ride and you know Cig lit it

Riskin' flossin' ya shizz out on the street

When these biscuits crossin' your ribs out on the beef

You can see me tossin' your wizz out on the street

Once she's done flossin' the kids out of her teeth

They hate the kid, and they keep mean muggin'

But I'll carve they grill like a Halloween pumpkin

Pumpin' n dumpin', and face reality

And put your mic in the closet with your sexuality

Your life I dust and I spot hate in you

Your wife I thrust and I plot straight at you

I'm trife, I bust and shot 8 in you

My knife's like trust and I got fate in you so!



[Chorus]



[Wunda:]

Man I'm too much to handle, like a slippery fish

Only thing worse then a snake is a slippery bitch

But I slip in the clip, and I'm spittin' the most rounds

Only thing I'm leavin' after me is a Ghostown

Why would you even pursue when I could make moves

Without leavin' a clue, that's how I shake dudes

You could take tools

Take them jewels off bitch, that's how I make food, feel me?

My niggaz throw it up, I'm never slowin' up

I'm 'bout bread, and your paper needs growin' up

Thugs showin' up, mean muggin' us

They bob they head cause they know that they lovin' us

Aint no hate in this world that could break me

I look at the courage and I take off the safety

They talk out they ass cause they don't wanna face me

It'll be a hundred years before a nigga replace me



[Chorus]



[Wunda:] Quest beats, Quest beats, Quest beats