Reflectionz from Knucklehed Anthemz by NYC Shootout

Ayo, it’s Morty Shootout.
Knucklehead anthems.

Yeah, I’m that knucklehead posted at your door.
Got the drop, it’s time to pop them.
We gonna show them no remorse.
Got this cutie with me and you know I’m tryna consummate.
Growing in this game so my decisions, they got higher stakes.
Fuck with me, you see it isn’t wise to poke the bear.
I know more than motherfuckers think, I think they should care.
I won’t spare when you show me your true colors, not true brother.
Truly got you pulling out your hair and your shorty finna stare.
Cause I’m looking like a million bucks.
Don’t give a fuck attitude when I step in the club.
I live it up like the born sworn killer that I am, dude.
I ain’t even leaving, find your addy then I send dude.
Really I ain’t pressed if I offend you.
Ain’t saying nothing crazy, I’m just saying I’m the best dude.
And I’ll say what I want and to the fullest but respect to the women in my life and all my friends to.
The children in my family.
They the future, they gonna run shit.
Shoutout to this paper cause I’m getting an abundance.
Addicted to the boom bap and this guitar that I’m strumming.
Finally feel at peace from all this weed that I’m puffing.
Los voy y hablo en español (I go and speak in Spanish).
Latina shorties love it.
They be riding on my dick, yeah, they get to jumping.
Sipping Hennessy and Pepsi while I smoke a Russian.
And the Wood, yo, it’s probably got 4 g’s in it and the service lady got double D titties.
Now we snorting clean Whitney, got it off the boat.
Yeah, we finally popping off so I’m bragging so here’s a toast to the ones who said we’d never make it past the Glizzy Show.
Now you know that we here for the long run and I smoke what’s in the bowl until it’s all done.
Sipping until the Malt’s done.
Got me stuttering and stammering just like Walt’s son.
Get to stepping to me, you’d be fucking with the wrong one.

Ayo, ready to breathe your last breath when that mick boy step?
Money what I do it for, yeah, them big boy checks.
Live and breathe this genre, it’s my oxygen.
The biggest damn mistake of my life was letting the Oxy in.
Hardcore and Hip-Hop, ain’t nothing you can box me in.
I just saw your set, third time I’ve checked my watch again.
You the type to pay to play, I’m the type to rock the end.
Always moving forward, I won’t stop again.

Ayo, it’s Morty Shootout.

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