Big Urdie - Metaphysical Trap Shit Lyrics

I fux with ya dog
I got that heat
I got that heat
I pull up on ya dog
Ya we gone see
Ya we gone see
I stay up in the club
In V.I.P.
In V.I.P.
Not f*cking with a scrub
Ya I'm a G
I'm a G
I play the keys dog
Like Freddie Mercury
No chance of murkin' me
Not even in the third degree
The U.R.D.I.E
Got lightening bolts like Hercules
My bitch wear Louis V
Your main bitch look like "Who is He?"
They think about my sound
And wonder who influenced me
That was the old me
You're looking at the newest me
Stop telling lies behind my back
You know that's perjury
No common courtesy
Don't phone me urgently
I fux with ya dog
I got that heat
I got that heat
I pull up on ya dog
Ya we gone see
Ya we gone see
I stay up in the club
In V.I.P.
In V.I.P.
Not f*cking with a scrub
Ya I'm a G
I'm a G
You goofys looking lost G
My wrist be looking frosty
I feed all my dogs
While you feed your tomagatchi
All my bitches naughty
Wear Gucci and Versace
All these haters copy
But really they be flopping
So don't be actin cocky
I punch you out like Rocky
I'm iced out like hockey
I run the ball cant block me
Saucy teppanyaki
Tzatziki with souvlaki
Use to whip Suzuki
I rip that Kawasaki
I fux with ya dog
I got that heat
I got that heat
I pull up on ya dog
Ya we gone see
Ya we gone see
I stay up in the club
In V.I.P.
In V.I.P.
Not f*cking with a scrub
Ya I'm a G
I'm a G