'DANGER' Lyrics

[Intro] Real gun slingas' Where you at niggas? Check it out yo' If you real wave yo' hands in the muthafuckin air All them blunts, hey yo' hey yo' hey yo' yo' [Verse 1] You want lyrics, well let the real niggas run it Wack crews get confronted by the shorty that's blunted Never fronted, you ain't built, I'm from the thorough school You couldn't fuck around if you had pussy in the Whirlpool I'm swift with this, I burn crews like hoes with syphilis, I slam Like doors in the face of Jehova's witnesses, pack the chrome Style's fly like Mrs. Jones, lyrical mathematics We have the devil smoking stones I put heads to bed, lick shots and rapers fled Went to church a few times, now nuns trynna' give me head K-Mack the ill shorty from the ville, you best to tell em' Lyrics bustin' yo brain style, sexin' your cerebellum (Who?) Some nigga named Kim from the firm I probably have to splat him (bitch nigga) Talking trash about Mack and don't know me for matter You ain't real nigga, so stop yelling hip hop Loaded up my Glock and welcome bitches in the shop The squad is Annexx, the cruddy kid is who I be Twistin' up some sensi that I copped from (?) You niggas best to wake the fuck up You're in the wrong direction, guard your grill You couldn't make it in my fucking section [Extended Verse 1] That's how is going down Yeah Check it out yo' [Verse 2] One for the blunts that I smoke, two for all the liquor I drink Makin' your bitch crew stop to grip and think The cruddiest, I got more reasons to feelin' baley The sickest squad cuz' my crew is puffin' trees daily You best to dust before the shorty get's to clappin' You niggas actin', so eat a dick with your bullshit rappin' Takin' on your whole crew however you come, huh I stand strong, don't give a fuck wherever you from I walk the streets anytime the cash got me cravin' Collect my dough, feelin' high soon as the herb is blazin' Hot metal I squeeze when I get heated If my lyrics was drunk you punk pussy still couldn't beat it Check for concrete tape styles that I be freakin' Lyrics be heatin' got your melon leakin' boldly speaking [Extended Verse 2] Check it out niggas That's for my niggas on tha ave Check it out yo' Hey yo' [Verse 3] I bring the ruggedness, the realness K-Mack will leave the mic' scorchin' Verbal skills, my raw style is worth a fuckin' fortune Rollin' thick with my click some never heard of me The click is Annexx, wack crews headin' for surgery I clean my eyes bloodshot red, when I be chillin' Got the gift to manifest in your ears, lyrics be spillin' Ill style, I catch wreck, tag my name on the wall, on stages Rhythm relax (?) with elements and phrases Niggas extinct kid, my style's labeled blood sport Big up to my niggas locked down holdin' the love for me I'm on a mission: bringin' drama to competition Takin' flight, style's tight, lyrics be shittin' When I'm done, (?) back to herb sellin' With rhymes, I'm compellin' leave a swelling on your melon Packin' guns, servin' fiends to get founds Up in the ville shit's thick, my click travel in tons Wack crews I eliminate, my style's mad ill Spark an L, then parlay and I remain tranquil in the ville Watch ya' nugget, word is bond I got a full clip Your squad is bullshit, you bitches better forfeit It's 95', don't be surprised when we arrive Lyrics (?) shit more bricks than high-rise Mass appeal, my style's too danger for a herb to fit I'm sendin' rappers on a journey that is permanent So tell me if you feel this, cap when I peel this Back to the lab cuz' you ain't ready for the realness Bitch!