5kuba - 2 UnHooked (feat. Pattyg) Lyrics

You niggas is fake and you act undercover
We running that shit if you talk bout my brother
I f*ck on his bitch and get top undercovers
You kissed on her mouth and you said that yu loved her
I'm hot in the winter and cold in the summer
Like travis barker I got sticks like a drummer
These niggas be talkin
These niggas be talkin
These niggas be talkin
But what is you sayin
You actin like Skuba won't get outta hand
F*ck on his bitch and she claim I'm da man
But her man doesn't know that she f*ck with the clan
Gah damn run it up go get some bans
30000 throw it out to the stands
You niggas is broke and you don't understand
No parachute I am so high I can't land
Oh man gah damn

You lil ass rappas
I had to kidnap ya
I'm making you vanish like abracadabra
Flip through the paper like it's a new chapter
And you cannot fathom cuz you not a factor
Like factor a dolla
I need some more commas I need all your gwala
I'm mean like a lotta
I need some more cheese on my enchiladas
Like fendi to Gucci designer my Prada
More bitches more problems
Can't fake out my partnas
Timon to her pumba akuna matata
Don't lie on a king cuz I ain't the father
Go hard like I'm scar so come at me proper
Like simba a nigga been counting up figures
F*ck bitches
Hit switches and she want my digits
To pay her expenses
Cuz she no I get it
My diamonds is snowy and frozen like disney
I used to smoke but Skuba had to get busy
She come at me frisky
Im live in her city
Give her a text on da cell
Atlantis her panties
And then I Drop dick in her kidney
You mad at yo lady cuz she call me baby
All that it took was some patience
I went from the basics I hopped in the space ship
I smoke on Jamaican
Got red on my body like Satan
So F*ck nigga why is you hatin
40 round glock and it click like a hatian
Don't hit on my line with no payment
You niggas just sadly mistaken
A nigga jus finally jus popped out the basement
You instagram thotties you hoes need to stop it
You breaking yo back jus to reach in my wallet
Never jus been to the tropics
Jus pop lock and drop it
You bitches be broke like a bone out of socket

You niggas are lame
So you can't hang
Smoking and sniffing the gas and the pack out of moon rock
Skuba is riley
I am Huey
This ain't no typical boondocks
Who bout Snitch
I'm swanging them doors
Lil mama jamming the boombox
Slick with the kicks
Go get you some tricks
I'm cleaning you up the new mop

I'm king of this city
Who gives a damn
If not f*cking with me
Praying to God
For niggas in envy
It ain't my fault
I was f*cking on Sidney
She was to open
I sucked on titty
You hanging off
Just like ornaments
Over the place
You taking coordinates
Read you a book
And probably will soar again
I know that is tough
But you want to buck
You gonna catch all the damn smoke
We at a formal
I'm getting them ballots
I'm be all on your damn votes
Hey miss Parker
I gotta wave
Cuz I'm your new stalker
Ball like John Carter
Treat me like a honor
Ha
I smoke on green plant no herbivore nor iguana