Furcatt, Ammo, King - High Grades Lyrics

Hey yo
I record a couple tracks and pick the best takes
Mix it down, make them be on
Think I'm fire you should bet stakes
I'm comin in first you can take the next place
Nigga I can't be beat like a fed case
In my hood if you beefing like fresh steaks
That will get you shot or cut like fresh cakes
Or beat and stepped on like fresh breaks
Wake up in the morning swear you had a fresh faith
I stomp a nigga out till my legs break
Have him walkin around town in a neck brace
I get your bitch pussy wetter than a fresh lake
She give a nigga head till a nigga's head ache
Ammunition is spittin through your chest plate
Put in work, me and my nigga stretch weight
We got white the same color as egg shade
Nigga we seen more snow than a fresh flake

Hand fulla money make your hoes shower on
Other hand got the blunt get my sour on
And no matter what you know what block I'm on
And no matter what you know what block I'm on
Hand fulla money make your hoes shower on
Other hand got the blunt get my sour on
And no matter what you know what block I'm on
And no matter what you know what block I'm on

Hey yo
You couldn't see me if you looked inside a scope
I bring life to these tracks, I ain't a doctor though
Man your boy stay fresh, I got all kinda clothes
Man I got more kicks than a soccer goal
Stay switchin up women, I got a lotta hoes
They give brain like a tutor at a college dorm
So I get more brain than an honor roll
That mouth hold more c's than a diamond drawer
I perfected my craft its time to make cheese
I'm from the Bronx and never gave a fuck about the Yankees
Open your CD's is the only time you'll play me
Only time you had beef was surrounded by some gravy
I know killers whose heart is as cold as a huge fan
If you actin, get the guns a clappin like two hands
And stomp yo ass out until they leave the shoe brand
And have you on the floor shakin like a new dance

Hand fulla money make your hoes shower on
Other hand got the blunt get my sour on
And no matter what you know what block I'm on
And no matter what you know what block I'm on
Hand fulla money make your hoes shower on
Other hand got the blunt get my sour on
And no matter what you know what block I'm on
And no matter what you know what block I'm on

Hey yo
You want action I got clips like ya'll was some actors
I can put you in a box like you was a package
You would think you a gymnast the way you tumble backwards
I'll turn you into a ghost and I don't mean the one like Casper
Man my gun spit more than some hungry rappers
Have you in a church surrounded by a couple pastors
Wearin jewels in my hood, you don't wanna flash them
Thats the way to get stuck like a fucking cactus
In some ways your bitch reminds me of a vaccume
Make her head nod back and forth like a rap tune
I'm on fire, I'm smoking like a crack tube
So many of you rappers will never see me like a black moon
Your rhymes belong in the garbage like the trash do
I shit on more rappers than a toilet in a bathroom
You leave my home with gunshots and some stab wounds
I put your seats in the dirt like I'm playing

Hand fulla money make your hoes shower on
Other hand got the blunt get my sour on
And no matter what you know what block I'm on
And no matter what you know what block I'm on
Hand fulla money make your hoes shower on
Other hand got the blunt get my sour on
And no matter what you know what block I'm on
And no matter what you know what block I'm on