Wnd Lyrics - Overcast - Atmosphere

(Slug) 

It's summer, and I'm chillin on my steps with my little crew 

Just like the videos, just like all the little rappers do 

We voice love to the heads we know that walk past 

Sunshine and smilin, Livin out of a shot glass 

And I talk fast when it comes to girls 

Hey baby I'm just a nut tryin to fuck a squirrel 

Maybe we could shut the world up 

Let some slug into your life 

Suddenly she hypes an eyebrow up, like 

"What do you mean?" and I start buggin like 

"If I was to fallowed you home would you keep me 

Would you feed me, would you pet me 

Would I fuck you till your sleepy?" 

She said I'm creepy, and walked off 

Too late, I already got off on the fact you even stopped 

You knew I'd treat you like an object 

You knew I was a rapper, you knew it was the trend 

For us rapper men to disrespect women infront of friends 

Nonetheless; here comes that kid Sean that I used to be cool with 

Went to school with, now this kid is talkin fool shit 

Gettin supper touchy with his lips about 

how I stuck his bitch supposedly 

What the fuck is this supposed to be 

Sean's got nuts, hes alone, I'm wit crew 

Now tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do 

I spew. Look (?) makes believers of cartoons 

And I happen to know your bitch sleeps in until the afternoon 

Honestly, my man, you don't bother me 

Cause Everybody bleeds, now go and ask your seed who his father be 

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(Chorus) 

I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" 

I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" 

I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" 

I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" 

(Slug) 

Now Sean kicked my ass, I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna laugh 

It wasnt fun, but fuck 'em, I'ma get my gun 

Shit like that gets done in the world of rap 

If they pushin on ya vibe, you just a pussy if it slides 

So I sprint up three flights, Get into the feet whipe on the door 

Draggin dirt and blood on the rug, and the wood floor 

Couldn't believe my squad just stood there and watched 

Word to God, this boy tellin me to blame it on my cock 

I'm amped, and I'ma shoot every motherfucker out there 

I'm ill, and I'm gonna prove that shit when I get back downstairs 

Into the bedroom, my passion aimed at the closet 

Visualizing the top shelf, thats where the shoebox is 

I push the top up, enough to fit my hand in 

Reach into the box in a frenzy, realizing that it's empty 

Hand rests in the box, head festers in an open stun 

Then I remember, I don't even own a gun 

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(Chorus) 

"What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" 

I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" 

I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" 

I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" 

I'm like "What, What, (I'm like) "What Kid What" 

I'm like "What, What, What Kid What" 

I'm like "What, What, What Kid What" 

I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" 

I'm like "What, What, What, What" 

(Outro) 

Writers Never Die 

Writers Never Die 

Writers Never Die 

Writers Never Die