Syke - Review Redo Retitle Lyrics

Oh shit oh shit oh shit
Crazy motherf*cker with a flame on fist comin' through this bitch like damn
I don't really know too many others that can do it like this
Say "its all in the flick of the wrist"
Or a nigga with a pen and a voice thats crisp
Looking for the girls with a flame like Triss
Or else you better f*ckin' scream my name when i walk up in this bitch like-
Pull up at the crib in a f*cking limousine
Now im feeling like Tai with his f*cking Lamborghinis
When i pulled up at the crib ain't no women to be seen
'Bout to get the joint lit where the f*ckin' Kerosene?
Women linin' up i tell my homies let em in
Now there's bitches in the pool i need sec im jumping in
Then my man showed up, he be counting all my sins
Had to dap a nigga up like "nigga how yah been?"
Don't you hate the bitches that be all up on your jeans
But your main is over there and they be tryna make a scene
They be tryna get you seen
Bitch i know that you's a fiend
For the drama and the commas and the brain like im a dean
Shit like this be the norm that i seen
And it make a nigga steam
Cause a nigga still a teen
Taken to extremes imma try to put a beam on a theme
That the green make a dream kinda seem like a scheme
But nah
F*ck that joint
I aint really here to try and make that point
F*ck nah
I'm gone
Case in point
Imma do it till i see my face on coins
Like damn its on
Gotta get to work
Coming out the booth my clothes all burnt
Like damn thats wrong
But thats my curse
From dusk till dawn imma get my shit heard
Like damn
I don't miss my shots
Like damn
All your songs gon flop
Like damn
Nigga f*ck your thoughts
I write my shit i grow my crops
Like shit
I just stole his role
Like shit
They like slow my roll
Like shit
Im just flowin' though
Got this shit like
Woah whoa... wait
Hold up
How you gon switch that flow up
Damn
Pops down the block like soda
Gotta thank god that i ain't wanna show up
Damn
Smokin on green like yoda
Bare hands making that heat no Polar
Damn
I ain't never been no joker
But I be playin games with the beat like DotA
Bruh
Ain't nobody hating on a nigga like chris
Cept for other niggas tryna merge lanes i guess
Niggas spitting bars asking bout my kit
So i had to hit him up with the one- two hit
Wake up with a bowl like Trix
Used to make a wish for a ho like trix
Bitches in my home on the tip no tricks
Now a nigga sick of passing all my bros these tricks
Damn
Fly like a butterfly sting like a bee
My rap ethic mirror Muhammad Ali
Thank god for the voice cause delivery key
Cause my childhood a puzzle thats missing a piece
Fake niggas want in so they coming to me
They tryna be friends but they nothin to me
Im dotting my I's and im crossin my T's
Bitch i'm doin just fine do not worry bout me
Like wait
Speed it up
Speed it up
Speed it up
Your bars too cold
Heat it up
Heat it up
Man your bars too weak
Pick it up
Pick it up
Girl work that pole
Beat it up
Beat it up
All im hearing nowadays
Keep it up
Keep it up
Man gimme that base
Turn it up
Turn it up
Got green on my plate
Smoke, spend, eat it up
Now he looking at me strange like
"Like nigga, wassup?"
Walking past cops like f*ck
If you don't want a problem man keep the chain tucked
I been f*ckin' with the dough thats bling no nut
Got this shit so young im a king like Tut
I been also f*ckin round with a girl named Luck
She just making sure my mouth don't shut
She be making sure these songs don't suck
And the people i meet wont f*ck shit up
Damn
I don't understand why its been so long
Since the last damn time i wrote this song
Changing up the lyrics but the flow don' gone
Now the beat sound wack when i smoke that strong
If its not f*cking perfect its wrong
I treat all my music with heated up tongs
So i was reviewing the beat, redoin the flow, retitle the name of the song