Nuclear shit

By Lil Compton

Released on February 1, 2019

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Like a nuclear bomb hitting the ground

Either hold it down or move around

I had my memory erased on purpose

Round and round, I'ma keep putting it down

Pimp Daddy D Follow Gangsta Codes

Pacewon in a rush ta, bust off loads

The shell of a used up man

Some men travel down twisted roads

Ooh child, things ain't gettin no easier

Ohhhhhhhh child, mcs is getting real cheesier

Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous

Given an image of a threat, made it easier

When you're thuggin', nigga always into somethin'

Fuck that jack shit, benefittin' nothin'

4's poking trunk open, showing chinese leathers

Drank somethin, flow somethin

Blondes, brunettes, braids and redheads

And dying in your beds

Boom go the wicked clowns southwest style

Holdin' heaters to Ryda haters heads

Burn a mens courts

A believer of sorts

Yo bitch is bumpin this

Galleons on courts

Run... c'mon... geah...

Cause my cookies always slippery

Eat a little cat or somethin

We the Maccabee dynasty, check our diary

I couldn't have done it without yall

Got my digits, gave me a call

Like yesterday, my homie went to jail

Hey what's up baby doll

Word up, word up

I'm too gutter, for you baby

Wanna live your life

Cuz I roll 'em up

Lord knows I live for these nights

Repeat em and treat em like read em rights

Servin up fiends like it wasn't no thing

Niggas on the block into the twilight braggin' gang fights

But you will always be a homie to me

Fight for the future, so what's it gon' be?

Uh-oh now he back wit his clique

You got to give me what I need baby..

My lyrics spread nice over tits like calamine

Distinct, leavin' suckas extinct when we combine

Shakin you niggas is funny

What you ain't heard? This is murder by design

We spraying at them cars, when we run into them boys

Found you up on F Street dealing sex toys

Don't get too close the rugers they will bust

Me and Frenchy, Tio and Roma, cocaine cowboys

Cops are bitches, that's where everybody goes

All the boys went crazy, takin' off clothes

You'll become motivated, so get involved!

I see you in ICU, betta call the cops

This are my bitches, my side Bitches

Hundred thousand dollar cars, on twenty inches

Faked orgasms, women that could never have babies

I'm just another hustler to the game gettin bitches

Ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass

We bounced to the truth, show up with the cash last

To keep me away from the rhythm of the funky stuff

You're always after the cash and after the ass

44 chrome to the dome, uzi man did it

Better give me half or you can get your jaw split bitch

If you want to make a move, don't hesitate

Screaming out, out loud, right now, I'm the shit

Wander down the hall with the can of bear mace

Down they go to earth with a smiling face

It's enough of a challenge handling mine

She ain't concerned when she turn up the bass

My vocabilation is out of your imagination

Conversation, loss of limbs amputation

Hopin to balance, emotions invalidated

Test my gang affiliation

Drop the top when it's dank

So we do it in the audi

When shit get rough, so weak want tough

Now look on your map and spot

I'll take you out one by one bitch

Why you hooverin? Passed it like a hour ago

Cause I got three Cuzos sitting up high, rolling 24's

And bitches start sweating like they just did some blow

So what cha ya wanna do, better call your crew

Got me so high, hardly know what to do

I never claimed to be the friendliest kid

Cats done begin, had to be him

Reincarnation, annihilation abomination and God's creation

You're illiteracy shows like Babylonian aggravation

Listen up to the groove of the nut

And I'm livin' in a nation of abomination

Still found a way to get bad bitches

At school you had curls, and pretty shirts with swirls

Ran to the hills where I hid

And he leaving with the souls of the boys that are dead

Thug til i die, don't make this motherfucker stop me

Fuck bein fancy, I never tried to be

The game is a joke; fuck free word

And I walk my walk I'm thuggin baby

This greed grows roots in people

So listen while I inflict all this shit

Hickery dickery dock, the bitch died on spot

I knew that sense sophmore year, you not evil

I got some shit on my mind, uh

Cause what you start I'ma finsih with a .44

Bullets through the chest arrows never hit the door

With a .44, I’ll gun you down

But I can see if yo ass had some dank weed

Take notes, of the quotes, when you buildin

I remember one year my cuz knocked you out

We rollin' Benz-o's and Lex-o's by the dollars

My technicality wins of the hour

Due to the fact I just left Compton

Cause I'll subract, react and smack your back

Suckers don't play me, cause suckers I do vamp

When I started they say I had no fame

Me get slain? Be for real let's game

Cast arm, strong arm, hot rounds of blow

Be humble in this game of fortune and fame

None of y'all niggas true to the Double U, nigga

You say you trill come take like a soldier fuck-nigga

So reclaim my name from the lost and found

This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga

It's daylight savings time and the weather is beautiful

I got the ski mask, I'm wonderful

Just them killas niggas know I'm sayin'

I didn't know you were beautiful

B-Boy, I will seek and destroy

Shine cats we is the bomb my boy

These are dangerous times, the life's on the line

Throwed Young Playa slangin Candy Red Toy

Caught up like fishes, and swimming in the sea

Tickle it hee hee hee hee hee Who I be?

Wrestlin' with the written, straight spittin' about to explode

That I got cheese with the Miller boys at the Calliope

I leave 'em stuck posted up at a stand still

Me and Lil Sko finna go for the kill

Body of a goddess, got me in the mix

Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill

Make a move nigga, you opened them death threats

Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes

As I watch and see all our progress regress

Faggot rappers rather watch me undress than rock sets

Well trained in the arts, he had

Saying, things wouldn't be so bad

I'm the papi that the mamis all lovin

And you can meet my dad

And I'm a show you who the illest

Who represents the Bronx to the fullest

I feel we got it King of New York

And I'm a show you who the illest

I know what's in your brain, it's scary man

I'ma kick this real shit until I kick the can

First phase, phase two, finna hit it up mane

I'm working at a chicken stand now with the chicken

For those who do not know, once again

I got seventeen karats in my piece and chain

I retaliate, and put hot ones in your spine

Man we did it did it did it again