Micheal Myers
[Intro]
Yea. Raw, Raw, Shit
Detroit L-O broooooo
Lyrically Original my nigga, you know it
Nigga this that Raw shit, Lyrically Original Disc 1
(New Beginning my nigga)
You done tuned into the most original shit you gon listen to all year
Oh yea
[VERSE]
Allow me to introduce myself, im Detroit L-O mr stack season
But i'm stackin paper all year round, while yall niggas waitin on stack season
Play da game, yall niggas cheating, love to see my whole team eating
I'm in her phone under plumber nigga, cuz she call me wen her pussy leaking
Shout out all da ones dat got the tape and supporting nigga I feel that
You would think it was a movie return how Detroit LO bring the reel back
Hatin nigga, you can kill that, yo mouth, nigga u can seal that
That 4-5 he conceal that, her pussy I Shaquille O'neal that
Some days you can catch me cruising, nigga some days I be burnin out
Lips probably joined the track team, cuz I see you really love to run yo mouth
Granny dead and my mama struggling, and my father still out smoking dope
Niggas praying for that concentration, nigga i call that focus hope
Hoes get excited wen they see me, now she tryna hang like Mimi
If she act up while im in da booth, I kick her out da lab like Dee Dee
Told em get the tape off of Datpiff, they like naw bro i want a CD
Then its no problem then, where u live and i'm coming at you like 3D
Ya'll niggas lame, ya'll full of games like Xbox ans PS3
Im tryna bubble like multiple choice, and yo bitch steady tryna test me
Ill flip the script and give her ass the D, if yo bitch ever try to check me
I swear I got motivated as fuck when I saw Cash-Mir on them jet skis
Stackin that paper in every way, i'm going gorilla, they call me DK
Giving these niggas no fucking leeway, fuckin her friend, I don't care what she say
Give me BJ, I ain't talkin DJ, hit her all night now she sparking a blunt
Hit it so good that she wanna buy lunch, and throw me some cash on the first of the month
Tired of all of these wack niggas just dropping songs swearing that they snapping
Deez niggas talking bullshit on these tracks dawg, let alone rapping
Nigga sell one dime bag then rap about it, let alone trapping
I see the future, make a killing, drop a tape, now my phone slapping
Ain't that sum shit, step in the spot girlies licking they lips
Hop on a plane and these niggas a trip, all of these bitches say "fuck it" and strip
Give her advice when I give her a tip, syke naw my baby, i'm just talkin shit
Gave me a pass wit no permission slip, gun on my waist, so you know that i'm hip
Bitch
Calm down detroit L-O, you going too crazy
I ain't cuffed cuz most the girls I fucked with was fugazi
Get the bread, now i'm premium sirloin steak chewing
Yall niggas dumb like Patrick Star, I slam like Patrick Ewing
I don't freestyle bitch, and I don't battle rap
This the end of yall niggas road like a cul de sac
You would think his friend was Dre, how he roll with the Mac
You would think Jackpot a nerd how he stay with that pack
Nigga don't hate, fuck yo new shit, I pull shit out the crate
I can take yo main bitch out on a date, yall niggas play gangsta like Larenz Tate
You in my circle, ill get you shape, i'm sticking to it like crazy glue tape
Ill bring my dawg, you bring yo bitch, get em together and we'll let em mate
Leave them niggas in trail dawg, they can breath the smoke from my exhaust pipe
Hear this and get froze up, i know niggas got frost bite
Walk around wit that loose money, cuz i'm knowing that you got shit tight
You was fly, then you disappeared, you remind me of that Malaysian flight
Bouta go hard again, soon as I leave then he wanna act hard again
I can just call my niggas da Backyardigans, talk about them and they in yo backyard again
Chilling wit my nigga Anthony Jernigan
Hit in the whip, it depends on what car we in
Laughing at niggas, did someone let Martin in?
You want a verse, then that track, you can send it then
Bitch
[Outro]
Yea, nigga you already know what it is. New shit, Lyrically Original Disc 1 boy. (Gold Bottle Team)
The new beginning my nigga (Bitch)
What up Jackpot (What up doe my nigga)
What up Cash-Mir, what up Easy Dae
Shout out my nigga J Manny, my nigga Lil Shawn
My nigga Pepp on the boards, you already know
Shout out to yo bitch cuz she was at my crib last night
(Ayyy)
Detroit L-O, you already know what it is
You know it, bitch
LiveRAW Gold Bottle Team, bitch