Looney Shit ft. Ram Gang Lyrics

I got the baby mag homie wouldn't bark to say the least

Talk that street shit, better know they pullin' your receipts

You ain't did shit and I done done shit you wouldn't believe

Prior to this rap shit, would you believe

Squad was deep like the X-Men Chuckin' up them B's

Loyal Crip niggas with me

Shoutout to Ced and KD

You see it's all blast for me

Thinkin' they wouldn't blast for me, huh

But nah, I can do this shit myself

Walk up in all black, stealth mode, unload, reload

Gun smoke, gun smoke, see I'm sick, demented

And these bars all cemented I swear to my pigment

I'm dyin' for the cause outlaws, outlaws back on the run again

I'm shooting for Mars

Way high above the rim and Still playing where I came out the lion's den

I'm scarred with no Mufasa can't nobody take my title

And I throw Simba off the cliff too

If he fight against them Ram gang

Sire spitting fire It ain't no suspense, we make it look too easy

You won't get a chance to pull shit

Take you out with one blow big bad wolf shit

So run and tell the pigs, that Corleone back again

And he brought some of his friends

No way that shit sound weird, nigga

I ain't got no friends

Go tell him I'm with my brothers

Pulling up in all black, rob a downy on tropic thunder and y'all ain't ready for war

Like you staring in Tropic Thunder

I'm like crime with these rhymes

My nigga, it's all cover

Testing these borders

And Marley blessing these foreigners

And put me on records and recordin

And I like stepping in the corner

Motherfucker, I don't miss

Walkin' through the surrogatee with my steel toes

Man, I'm spittin' flows real heavy, feel like King Larry

It's a lit, party down at Terry's

Parked outside, I'm eating curry

I ain't in no hurry

I got my queen right beside me

Man, no fiend trying to find me

Prince rakeem, how I rhyme it

Japanese, I'm eatin' ramen Follow me to scales, we climbin

Cross me, I leave you hanging

Came through, perfect timing

My foot still should leave a stain

Spittin' look, it's like my daddy

Llama could comprehend what I be saying

Maybe you just like to climb

And maybe you don't speak my language

Uh I'ma swing about my trees, orangutanga

Every time we get on the beat

We bound to make a banger

If I'ma cram in the sheets, I hit her all angles

If I sense, ram in the beef, I pop a power rangers

Tyrannosaurs in the trunk Got Saba in the armrest

You don't want it with the lyrical, immortal contest

Put on your Prada, fuck bomb first, we bond next, uh