I Found Out

[Intro: Hitman] (Chipmunk voice) *Puff puff* This shit hit BeeGee [BeeGee] (Chipmunk voice) Aye, bro chill. Get to the track though my nigga [Verse 1: Hitman] (I be on that high shit) I found out that bitches ain't loyal, nigga I'm over it Swear she's hot to the touch, but I'm like her oven mitt Cause I know how to handle All her friends I made examples I killed the pussy, killed the smell with a swag candle Look, my nigga I'm on... whole eighth to myself Whole eighth with the bros, no eighth for the hoes I got too much, woah for them bitches; overload I'm just into my performances, smoke and count my Os Wrekless representative, I bang it like the set Throw it up, I'm showing up everytime you heard I was next I don't slack, bitch I rap; you niggas whack I feel that deeply Talkin' shit but in my face use (you're) a fan, nigga that's creepy Ahh, what the fuck is going on around my side of town Look, them haters keep my laughing fam I love these fuckin' clowns Look at me now, look at me frowm; mad swag is how I get down We the best, I'm on one-bitch don't duck, but shots come around Ahh, get used to this life I live, yo' brain is satisfying Lose your breath everytime we sex, baby girl is dying I love the way she get on top and ride me like a stallion She need some kind of reward, crown or medallion [Verse 2: BeeGee] Niggas... be stalkin' bitches in the club I'm on that hard shit with a bitch, I came to get it up Velcro type of nigga, cause my attitude just got her stuck And yes, my conscious is a virgin, cause I just don't give a fuck Spark the bleether, hit that shit and thump the ashes on her butt I'm done with the fuckin' conversation, trynna get a nut I call my bitches 2k, cause I play 'em everyday I'm all about the struggle, but I'm rappin' like I got it made I hope you got the memo, I'm about to go national I let a hatin' nigga talk, his thoughts are so irrational Sever niggas with the verse, precision is so tactical I'm on that super star; sparkle sparkle it's so magical Killin' these niggas with the bars, the style is so imperative Around the bitches I be cool, around them you're embarrassin' Runnin' up on this track, because a nigga has endurance Peep the style, this is Wrekless, now you're useless like insurance [Verse 3: Hitman] Look, word to my nigga Otis; I'm Smithers-Smitty Downtown on a dime for her "hello, kitty" Bitches wantin' my committee like some brand new titties Moments never have a name 'til I pull out my Jimmy I be off that freaky deaky until they comfortable Then I'm in your wallet, give me paper like I'm punchin' holes Don't like when it's fishy; no tuna casserole Wrekless niggas addin' up, swag mathematical [Verse 4: Jet 2] Nigga, dick-head fuck you I got ambition Y'all niggas sittin', sittin' might as well be convalescent Art of ambition just as long as the watch is tickin' Clock is tickin', fuck the bitches gettin' in the way of the paper chase Whip, you see the light in me, nigga I could be a switch Hitman put money on they head, cause now we got 'em on the hitlist Lyrics paint just like we drew it, if they ain't signin' they stupid Them other niggas the Triads and Wrekless be the Yakuzas nigga They don't kick it like we kick it, nigga you pooch it nigga You sewage, nigga we music, nigga we do this, nigga Thought you knew this, nigga like who them niggas? A group of spitters, Wrekless post like eviction notice Delivery move them niggas Crew full of grinders, all we do is think of rails Stick to the music while the bitches stick to us guess we some nails I got a fail at multi-tasksing while on the paper Cause I'm way too one track minded to think of failure, nigga [Verse 5: Hitman] I'm from where going in is never a problem So if a rival feelin' froggy, I got niggas to pause him Thinkin' they icy, I defrost 'em Give a fuck what it cost 'em Turn 'em to water, I go harder; grown shit, I'm a father And on my unborn daughter, AKA why niggas bother? I ain't got no time to bother, cause yo mom's up in the shower Honesty hour, I just take it down, baby twin towers Then right back to the shower, you feel me pussy is power [Outro: Hitman] (Chipmunk voice) Ahh.. haha ha Pussy is power? You right, so I'm finna get some right after this track Whoop! Whoop!! Wrekless... haha uhh, uhh My nigga... my nigga Hitman, my nigga BeeGee... Jet 2? Ha Wrekless, check this, no guest-list Swag, swag, swag, swag, whooo