MonSta WicKed - Mona Lisa Lyrics

It's crazy, they was jocin, now they ask for favors
Niggas can't even match my style, I'm kicking different flavors
I take this shit straight to the head, bitch, I don't need a chaser
These niggas fake, they put they realness in a f*cking paper
Bitch, I been mastering my shit like I'm Da Vinci, this my Mona Lisa
I just be loaded, eyes be red from all this f*cking reefer
I'm a young thug, yeah, I'm a stoner, smoke like Wiz Khalifa
I'm finna cut your time real short, bitch, I'm the grim reaper
I'm kicking shit like Jet Li, I be stepping in this bitch
Don't need no weapon in this bitch, don't get the reppin' in this bitch
I'm at the top of every league, don't get the questioning and shit
You need to learn your f*cking place, man, why you questioning this shit?
Lethal Weapon, Danny Glover, I got the gat you better cover
Talking rats, I know a couple, bag em up all in a duffel
Boy, you knew you was in trouble when you f*cked with me
Last nigga that thought that I was pussy, seen wassup with me
I got up out my feelings, went go chase a bag, I flip it, move it fast
Give me a charge, I get to moving like neutron I gotta blast
And when I run it get out my way, lil' bitch I'm trying to make this play
Talking crazy on the net, but sent my name right to the state
I'm making cake, big racks in your face, your bitch she want a taste
Told that bitch to throw it back, she got me f*cking up her lace
Don't do no wrong, bitch, let's get it on, lil' Monsta tryna bone
She knew it wasn't no strings attached, so why she blowing up my phone?
I ain't your man, your nigga was tryna send me to the can
Can't have no bitch that's f*cking with my plans
I bust her up, put it on cam
I'm slimy just like green eggs and ham
Like Fetty Wap, she got me to the yams
Told them niggas to catch up, they playing get back
He asking for his hoe, that nigga trying to get his bitch back
They hate that I talk shit, I need a Tic-Tac
But I be fresh, a nigga mint
Feel like Jordan in flu season, on the mic a nigga sick
Finna boot you, got me feeling like I'm Morty, need some Ricks
They can't f*ck with me in the blend, so now we picking up them sticks
I was always told to do a nigga bad
I'm really on they ass, man, don't play, I'm feeling spazz
My foot up on the gas, I might just crash, yeah, hol' up
My foot up on the gas, I might just crash
You put me on that camera, see how quick a nigga flash, huh
Bitch, you put me on that camera, see how quick a nigga flash, bitch