作词 : Wahyi
作曲 : Wahyi
编曲 : Wahyi
I’m a street fighter son, hit them with a boom
We coming through the city like a, like a typhoon
We bout to set it off, so you better make some room
I just hit them with hadouken like I’m Ryu
I call her twïzzy
She backfliping
Of the top of the Yamaha
Diamonds on the seat
I call that bih tomahawk
Hop in the rover
I can’t take the Simmons off
coochie was gift wrapped
I left the ribbons on
N!gga got too geeked
Hop in the rover
I did it again
Fxck a Benz
Like Issa volleyball
I am a setter
Ion do trends
Pour me up purple
I’m running for president
I need me an activist
I’m in cochela
I’m tucking loud
Smoking on boof not cat p!ss
Running up 2s by 4
Throwing up chops witta beam
That sh!t a cutter
Doing this sh!t so long
hitting that bih ina summer
Elect Wahyi for president
Gotta make sure the world move slow
Putting the world Ina 297
I need the wok for the low
Bih got a bbl
witta A$$ so fat ion think she can grow
I seen a bih wear margiella
She covered from forehead to toe
I had to get in my cup red (rehd)
Hit Eliantte left witta new piece
I tuck that sh!t
Copped twin uzis
A$$ so phat
That is show in ha Ksubies
Got a new plaque and it shine like Evizus
I hit from the back and it got liek 3 views
Hop ina booth these N!ggas want previews
Nick gotta show em the blick
I’m a street fighter son, hit them with a boom
We coming through the city like a, like a typhoon
We bout to set it off, so you better make some room
I just hit them with hadouken like I’m Ryu
Mixing my drink with Sicilian lemons
In Naples I’m Caesar with a view from the terrace
You dudes in the past, Carthaginian remnants
Your flow not precise like a missile in Yemen
I’m Australopithecus yeah I’m a savage
The kid is from Staten, a lot of bad habits
Like Gen Z they feigning for tablets
I’m not like you and I don’t settle for average
When I see a vision, I make it happen
Stopping you dudes, like Moroccans with fabrics
They tried to hold me down like they did to Raditz
Roast them like Pete Davidson, see me laughing
Real flavor in the wok no MSG
Aint no Manila (iller) this is not the Philippines
Ima kill a mockingbird if you try to mimic me
I’m the sh!t and they living vicariously
Impulsive and Dangerous that Ecuadorian
Flow like venomous scorpion
Recording these volumes like a Historian
My shawty making it clap like an audience yeah
Born on an island where nothing can grow
No one cares about me but they calling me bro
Like a North Korean always searching for Seoul (Soul)
I’m so Kim Jung Ill when I’m dictating the flow
Like Mustapha Mond I’m Design to Control you
I’m Feeling like Bernard, I’m beyond the Soma
Left me in a stupa (stupor), a golden pagoda
Becoming so numb like Chester no Shinoda
all the haters, there’s no need to trip
Bring you the world every time that I spit,
Like the Wutang I just do it for the kids
And Like literature I’m literally lit