Warthog ft. Spaidez, Spraynem & Stix Lyrics

I was linking with my lads and they said I'm smelling good

What I'm paying for this gas, yeah I think I really should

What I'm saying to the man, yeah, let's spark another wood

He said, "What?"

I said, "Huh?"

Let's just make it understood

Snow frosted back yard

Slow roasted black tar

Fire!

I was geeking off a slapper with the good fire

Air fryer whopping out the wood like a campfire

Big Spaidez never told a lie, you're a damn liar

Spraynem wipe another team with the slam fire

Bayonet wipe it till it's clean like a sapphire

Say I've been surrounded with the beams like a barbed wire

Slaying with my brothers in the East like a vampire

Big boots stepping in the slush like a wocky

Big moves repping all of us from Milwaukee

Sick crews weapons get to mush when I'm walking

Big stupid flexing get to hush when I'm talking

Ride around the town with two troops like a warthog

I've been chowing down on two scoops like a war dog

Bro will ride around with deuce deuce, not a short walk

I might slide around with who's who's like an immortal

I put the city on my back

You others wear it like a tramp stamp

Bitch I'm badbackin

Stuff that Bruce Banner in my knapsack

The Ave cracking

Bitch it's me and Daark smackin on they head

From the 414 to the 612, bitch we back again

Yeah

Yeah

I'm a big nigga

Really smackin boulders like I'm Smack-zilla

Check my stats baby

Servin out this game without no referee

Who the top rank?

Gotta ask the people, what's the referendum?

Headies coming back and forth

Man they coming back just like a pendulum

Saying Spaidez run the game

Now it's sounding something like a synonym

I'm smoking like a Seminole

She get the Johnny Sin in him

Catch a nigga in the cut

Lil bitch I'm booted up just like a Timberland

I done really fell in love with the hundreds 

I ain't hearing shit if it ain't bout the money 

Top floor, bitch, you know I'm bossin 

Shawty look like Tyla how that water Vossin

I'mma cop the whip, fuck whats its costing

Got a bitch in Dallas and one in Austin 

I ain't shy with the glizzy, bitch, I'm fucking awesome 

Pockets too fat like I'm Rick Ross-ing

How I'm in your mouth like a fuckin floss is 

I don't listen to em cause they steady flodgin 

I be in the field, yeah, I'm Randy Moss-ing 

Stick like my guitar, yeah, let's get it rockin 

I be bout that motherfuckin dough 

But you already know 

Already done been broke before 

So where the fuck am I supposed to go?

In a small town you see me touching road 

Like, why the fuck you moving like a hoe? 

Walk with the nine, yeah, I keep it tucked 

Talking bout your bitch, man, I been fucked