Sub Me In
(专辑: Coast 2 Coast - 2015)
[Verse 1
Futuristic:] Rap dudes put me in a
bad mood Go nuts like Cashews, I
spit like bad food I
had to blast you, I
sick like achoo Got street cred with no facial tattoos A
beast like baboons, you making bad tunes I'm popping like balloons, I
got some bad news If you hating on me you must be confused Give you two black eyes just like a
racoon They don't really wanna see me, I
can promise Getting brain without a
college, she graduated with honors Looking just like Pocahontas, to be honest I
ain't modest I
know that I've been the
hottest professional, you a
novice I
can't even shut my wallet, I
gotta lotta guala up in my pocket I've been taking off just like I'm a
rocket I
been a
star, I'm a
comet, these rappers funny like comics They suck like girls on deez nuts, ha, got 'em (sheesh) Let me catch my breath Give me a
mint to refresh my breath, I'm nothing less Than the
best and I'm dressed to impress and the
rest is a
mess They obsess with the
steps that I
step that will prep with the
rep These cop cars is not far, my thought scar From these hot bars, I
think I
got strep All I
do is make hits, I
keep 'em on deck So I
guess that mean I
got next I
hope you get what I'm saying On injury reserve cause I
am not playing These rappers is looking like Walking Dead Off with they head, I
be Shawn because I
just come slaying They scared me like Freddy vs. Jason If they debating then they listen I
end conversation Cause I
been the
greatest, my homie Devvon Can rap better than you and he usually singing [Interlude Futuristic & Devvon Terrell:] Yo my niggy if you gon' get on this track, and you gon' try to rap or you gon' to spit or whatever you call it son, you from New York son, you gotta have bars B. I'm talking real rap bars B, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah that's true. I
got it [Verse 2
Devvon Terrell:] I
don't want nobody telling me anything Soon as I'm winning I'm winning, I
win again Kobe for 3, I'm like Shaq on the
block And I'm bringing the
hype like Lebron in the
spot I
mean everybody want a
piece of the
pie When you up but when you down nobody got the
time Killing these niggas, not taking their order I'm lining them up like they're waiting for Jordans I
am the
warden, you are the
prisoner No I
don't trust you and none of your visitors Sometimes these niggas tryna be friends to us Like I
don't see 'em like 'bitch you invisible' No you not you, always saying that you got What he got what he got what she got what he got But I
don't believe that and nobody sees All these niggas just dancing like Milli Vanilli It's so hard not knowing where to go When you lie that's when everyone knows I
swear I
don't understand your ways Your ways I
don't wanna waste my time I
don't wanna no sucka niggas ringing my line Keeping 'em away and I'm a
be just fine Anything I
wanted I
get it and that's why, I
Really tryna make it on my own Cause everybody got the
answers but don't have their own Pot to piss in but they piss in yours and all The
pissed off people wanna see you fall [Interlude Devvon Terrell:] That's um... that was a
hip-hop track, and you know, some R&B vocals. A
little bit of hip-hop vocals too but um... you know, it's a
good mixture. That's how you body something. Coast 2
Coast [Verse 3
Futuristic & Devvon Terrell:] Let me get it one more time, ain't a
single weak bar when I
drop these lines I've been looking like the
man with the
plan, got the
game in my hands Winning is the
only thing on my mind, gimme mine So who y'all? Calm down, woo-sah Y'all all talk, no bark like new dogs Yeah, you call it, I
walk to the
top like woo hah I'm on then you niggas cheap: groupon Utah, Stockton and Malone cause we do ball Little nigga still bigheaded: Jimmy Neutron You a
bitch RuPaul, move it like a
U-Haul Coast to Coast, Buffalo all the
way to Tuscan Tuscan to New York, we could lose y'all Bringing the
type of shit to your city, get a
flu shot You win then I
laugh like whoo ha Fronting when you dressing up, your life don't suit ya You ain't fucking with' me Nigga, who you talking to? It might be you, I
wish a
nigga would, I'm a
part of the
foundation I
can make it come true And let me get the
mic, cause you getting me tight You granting wishes why that?, you a
genie in the
bottle disguise Oh you the
master of disguise? All these niggas telling lies I
kill everything I
touch and I
ain't even gotta try You kill everything you touch and you ain't even gotta try, bitch why You look like a
nigga that I
seen on Vine, oh my I'm surprised at the
thought that you read a
nigga timeline Lemme give you data, you ain't 'bout to use the
Wi-Fi Sub me in, I
never wanna be up on a
sideline Oh, you're an Allstar? thinking that you dunking, I
can put in the
game But you just gotta tell me something I'm already on you ain't gotta tell me nothing [Interlude/Outro Futuristic & Devvon Terrell:] You little bitch ass nigga! Wow, wow That's on my momma cause Wow, yo Sheesh I
don't even wanna do this album with you no more dog