M-Hunt - Booth Session Lyrics

Uh
Patty gave me a beat
I said bon’ appetite
There’s only one way out in this world
I don’t plan to meet
My maker
Got no time for no fakers
And that includes all the traitors
Who told me on paper
That I would make it
That nobody’s greater
Now I’m on a throne
You just a waiter
Fuck with me and your
Lights out like a breaker
I’m pullin it and I’m pullin ya bitch
Hop out the coupe
Shoot my shot or pitch
You said that you like it
But then went head and snitched
Didn’t know you was gon’ treat me like six
Fuck shooting my shot now
I’m grabbin my six
And I won’t hesitate
To meet you at 8, with my squad, 12 gats
And aim at your bitch
Now this ain’t personal
I got you nervous though
You shakin why you listenin
Might as well be dead hoe
This aye rehearseal (Get it?)
And I own this whole show
My thyroids buggin
But I can still make a whore moan
french kiss in the morning
Like Bon Giourno
That’s enough, that’s enough
I taught you a lesson
Now just fasten up
I gave you a chance now just keep it shut
I love the single life, all the freedom and sluts
But is it as great as the media picks up
You gotta worry bout chlymedia and shit
Then your all in the news like Anderson
Bitch, Pamela, yeah, we talking bout you
I know you got that on the set of that Bay Watch shit too
Should’ve known that the bouy’s were a boobie
Trap too
Like when you fall for bait
And then I’m aimin at you
Last thing you wanna hear said to you
Is I was writing a line when I thought about you
Cause if I write on a paper
I rip it off then I chew!
(Poo!)
Your career means nothin to me
Fact you went platinum means nothing to me
I’ve been this fuckin crazy since the age of
16
Now I matured, know my wrongings
But I’ll still take shots at your spleen
With a steel
You’d play dead, the way I appear on the scene
What the fucks up with the industry
Nick Cannon think he legend
He dissin M16
Juice WRLD just passed man R-I-P
You was on the come up
R-I-P Prodigy
And they still milk triple X’s legacy
It’s a shame to me
This is how it has to be
And to my boy D-iaz
Donovyn, they just gon’ have to wait and see
Cause this next album will even get the haters on their feet
And that’s the truth
Cause God knows
I always snap when I’m in the booth
You say I’m bad, why you lyin
Motherfucker, you just bout to break a tooth
Take it past rap, I’ll grab JAG and then Poof
Kid and them aliens
Gonna make your soul float straight to the sky-
And pop like balloons
And I wish that one day, I upgrade
From Blue Buzz Interviews
To LL Cool J
Sit down with Sway
And talk to him bout the game
And these bitches inclass
Who turns on my music
Starts callin me trash
I promise in a few years they’ll look back and rehash
Come to my shows, so they can all kiss my ass
Middle fingers up, scream fuck you and dash
And to all these motherfuckers
I’ll be back
Yeah, you don't like the sound of that

Uh
Patty gave me a beat
I said bon’ appetite
There’s only one way out in this world
I don’t plan to meet
My maker
Got no time for no fakers
And that includes all the traitors
Who told me on paper
That I would make it
That nobody’s greater
Now I’m on a throne
You just a waiter
Fuck with me and your
Lights out like a breaker
I’m pullin it and I’m pullin ya bitch
Hop out the coupe
Shoot my shot or pitch
You said that you like it
But then went head and snitched
Didn’t know you was gon’ treat me like six
Fuck shooting my shot now
I’m grabbin my six
And I won’t hesitate
To meet you at 8, with my squad, 12 gats
And aim at your bitch
Now this ain’t personal
I got you nervous though
You shakin why you listenin
Might as well be dead hoe
This aye rehearseal (Get it?)
And I own this whole show
My thyroids buggin
But I can still make a whore moan
french kiss in the morning
Like Bon Giourno
That’s enough, that’s enough
I taught you a lesson
Now just fasten up
I gave you a chance now just keep it shut
I love the single life, all the freedom and sluts
But is it as great as the media picks up
You gotta worry bout chlymedia and shit
Then your all in the news like Anderson
Bitch, Pamela, yeah, we talking bout you
I know you got that on the set of that Bay Watch shit too
Should’ve known that the bouy’s were a boobie
Trap too
Like when you fall for bait
And then I’m aimin at you
Last thing you wanna hear said to you
Is I was writing a line when I thought about you
Cause if I write on a paper
I rip it off then I chew!
(Poo!)
Your career means nothin to me
Fact you went platinum means nothing to me
I’ve been this fuckin crazy since the age of
16
Now I matured, know my wrongings
But I’ll still take shots at your spleen
With a steel
You’d play dead, the way I appear on the scene
What the fucks up with the industry
Nick Cannon think he legend
He dissin M16
Juice WRLD just passed man R-I-P
You was on the come up
R-I-P Prodigy
And they still milk triple X’s legacy
It’s a shame to me
This is how it has to be
And to my boy D-iaz
Donovyn, they just gon’ have to wait and see
Cause this next album will even get the haters on their feet
And that’s the truth
Cause God knows
I always snap when I’m in the booth
You say I’m bad, why you lyin
Motherfucker, you just bout to break a tooth
Take it past rap, I’ll grab JAG and then Poof
Kid and them aliens
Gonna make your soul float straight to the sky-
And pop like balloons
And I wish that one day, I upgrade
From Blue Buzz Interviews
To LL Cool J
Sit down with Sway
And talk to him bout the game
And these bitches inclass
Who turns on my music
Starts callin me trash
I promise in a few years they’ll look back and rehash
Come to my shows, so they can all kiss my ass
Middle fingers up, scream fuck you and dash
And to all these motherfuckers
I’ll be back
Yeah, you don't like the sound of that