Knucklebusta (GTFO) versuri

Knucklebusta (GTFO) lyrics by NYC shootout feat. Ineptitude

You walk around like your word means something
In actuality, brother, your words mean nothing
A lot of talk but you don’t put in the work
You ain’t never been in the dirt with us and so you get hurt anytime we call you out
But yo, we’re just speaking facts
Ain’t nobody got the time to sit and argue all that
I’ve seen this shit first hand, dog, you nothing but stressed
And you don’t deal with your shit instead you leave it our mess
I’m not your mama, I ain’t cleaning shit
You fucking pussy, muthafucka, you can eat a dick
You claim they got your back but I ain’t seeing shit
So you should leave this shit cause if you don’t you catching a beating, bitch
Don’t be a hero, you’ll get beaten to a pulp
And you the type of pussy to call pigs for assault instead of throwing the dukеs up when it’s necessary
Yous a knucklеbusta, homie, you could never scare me

Stupid muthafucka, best get out of my face
In my scene, yo, this cowards got no fucking place
So get the fuck out or I’ma have to bust out with my team and leave your ass stomped out
Leaking piss through your jeans

Took my kindness for weakness, that was a mistake
And you should know us knuckleheads from Suffolk County don’t play
We love to watch you fall off, spiral far every day
I’m just a petty muthafucka, yo, what can I say?

Get the fuck out, dog, you’re bugged out
Try to step up, you get stomped out
Get the fuck out, dog, you’re bugged out
Pussies like you get no respect here

You tried way too hard
To the point where you’re see through
Now we gotta make an example out of you

Yeah, from Nassau to Suffolk, baby

Fake hard muthafucka
You a hating ass nigga and you claim you a lover
But you steady talk wild undercover
That’s a lame ass nigga damn sure not my brother
I’m packing your bags for ya
And I’m taxing ya
I’d spit a Glock or a mac for ya
Not no more, hoe
Tried to shoot me down when my backs at ya
You ain’t even my caliber, bitch