Shows At Zo's - Horace Pippin Lyrics

Yeah, I've been in a block lately,
But somethin' just told me to just rap what came to my mind
You know

Your lil' bitch gon' fantasize bout me beatin' that lil' coochie,
Her head roll back, her eyes like a scene up out a movie,
We watch it like a DVD, I beat it down, I'm GTD,
Then send her back, that's a fact, boy, I'm DTB,

Never trust these hoes, they gon' play you like it's Fortnite
Thursday, Friday, my night, rest of the week, it's your night,
I'm sorta like a P, more of like a G
I know you like to see if it's for sure, how could I be?

Boy, my grandpa raised a gangsta, and my daddy raised a mac,
This shit rare, it's in my veins you couldn't find this with a map,
Boy, Dora The Explorer couldn't help you get this here
Niggas would kill for this thrill, and they wouldn't even get a tear,

I get heated, this a sear
Talkin' cheetah, niggas deers,
Call PETA, nigga lion,
I'll never get in fear

I never shake a boot
Go to hell and raise a roof,
Turn it cold with my soul,
Boy, don't never think it's cute

It get uglier than Carrot Top,
I do this shit, don't dare, Pop,
Clueless like the movie
Bet this Uzi get your CHERry popped,

My daddy named me Eric,
I live my life as a junior
I walk around like a senior,
This route scenic, Michael, beat it

Moonwalk in Calabasas
Throw you away, this shit trash
It hurt my ears when I hear,
Oh, my dear, this shit tragic

Please don't blast it, that shit ass,
It belongs on a bitch's back,
Boy, you done struck out
And I want you to pitch it back, Pause

Realist nigga, when I walk in any room
It's a movie, Benny Boom,
You got cooties, give me a room,
Give me space,

Move back 50 feet,
Clear the area for me,
You're venereal disease,
Smelly, pussy, tell em push me

Bet he, won't
Bet he, don't
Bet he, can't
Bet he, ain't never been up, found no smoke,
If he did he'd probably choke,

It's no diddy, we don't do that,
I don't know you, holla, "who dat"
Hmm, like I was a Saint,
Get the picture?
How'd I paint?