lirik lagu matt houston - huey and riley
[intro: pe$o pete & giacomo rossi stuart]
yuh (aye)
i’m sauced up right now, hol’ up, heheheh (this sh~t dangerous)
ayo’, matt, yeah, oh, oddwin, what’s up, man? (take care of your life, i’ll take care of mine, i ain’t ever spit bars like this)
[verse 1: pe$o pete]
new name, two punch
tommy gun, wanted some (wanted some)
ammunition canister, slashin’, crashin’, i’m lannister (slashin’, crashin’, i’m lannister)
this a game of thrones and i [?] by the banister
young rap phantom channeler, i should be managin’ (young rap phantom channeler, yeah)
’cause all these f~ckin’ managers couldn’t live with this damagin’
damagin’, take ya’ f~ckin’ b~tch and then i damagе it (damagin’, oh)
canister, stick me in a time capsulе, do some magic (do some magic)
three~hundred years, fast forward and i’m still a classic (oh, and i’m still a classic)
stuck me in the box, alakazam, abracadabra
young rap [?] cadavre, ya’ mama favorite rapper (ya’ mama favorite rapper)
we deal punchlines, mcgregor on the floor now (pow!)
consecutive messages, combo’ count thirty~four now (yeah)
blood’s in the essence of [?], and the gore now (and the gore now)
revolve like roulette, but entry bullet is more sound (more sound)
put it to the temple, the mighty mental, and blow out (blow out)
curtains up, homie, i think it’s time that i show out (i think it’s time that i show out)
whole fit colder than yeti ass in a froze gown (uh)
no clout, [?] through the flo’ and now (aye)
flow down, akbar will lift to the goal now (goal now)
woah, man, to think i time my show out (yeah)
[?] wit’ it, steady countin’ digits, calculatin’ limits (calculatin’ limits)
so i passed it, then i say, “i did it”, man, it’s never written (then i say, “i did it”)
meet matt, and he made me get it like a blunt in rotation (meet matt, and he made me get it)
limit [?] infinite, every word is [?] (limit, [?])
who you kiddin’? p~ssy rapper kiddin’
f~ckin’ merry christmas
cloud strife, with the loud knife, then i swing it
so precise, when i write
d~n~a splice (d~n~a splice)
mewtwo in it’s prime, never f~ck wit’ it
matty, come and spit it (yeah)
[pre~verse 2: pe$o pete & matt houston]
matty, hit ’em wit’ it again (heheh, yo’, yeah~yeah~yeah~yeah)
here’s this sh~t, get in this b~tch, it’s lit, heheheheh (sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, whoa)
or is it? yeah (peter, shut the f~ck up! d~mn’ it!)
yah~yah, uh
[verse 2: matt houston]
catch me dissin’ n~ggas at they b~tch’s bridal shower (bridal shower)
middle finger get her off, the autograph [?] coward (the autograph [?] coward)
higher power, you a higher power
hit yo’ vitals, this yo’ final hour (this yo’ final hour)
just another rapper now that i devour (now that i devour)
[?], when i be lightin’ boof in stress ([?], yuh)
by the way, [?] and i hate to lay low [?] (yuh)
yeah, i’m on the things you should respect
we the [?] that you repent
get tased for runnin’ up the store to the pavement, laid into yo’ chest
every time i’m on the mic’, it’s like it’s tyson in the booth
bars’ll strike, i’ll sn~tch ya’ mind, rewind until yo’ neck go loose (bars)
[?] more than headshots, head~noddin’, that’ll make you do ([?] more than headshots)
ask yo’ b~tch, and her kid, i bet this they favorite too (ask yo’ b~tch)
see this bar spit and hit like a car, feet, legs, and arms missin’ (whoa)
scars wit’ it, [?] to a hard drop, they park [?] (they park [?])
start wit’ it, carryin’ boston, when the ball wit’ ’em
i’m god spittin’, just stay fake, or you’ll get harmed in it
dog sh~t, but feel like the night, ’cause when my heart livin’ (yuh, yeah)
part wicked, start to the path, from the [?] sh~ttin’ (part wicked)
and all sentence, one~month [?], but i spark raw
but it’s a card trick, don’t fall for the gambit, it’s just a bomb ticket
i’m sick and~, think i ain’t heat as it get? (think i ain’t heat as it get?)
who [?] is this? give my urethra respect (give my urethra respect)
a piece of my pen, serve a three~piece to the chin
but three to descend, sh~t feelin’ more equal to ten
they wanna’ be the best, i want them to see that i can (i want them to see that i can)
got me seekin’ they head, leave they neck to plead where they stay (where they stay)
they think they dope and we say, “no, boy, you just sweet to yo’ friends” (“sweet to yo’ friends”)
slide yo’ dumbass wit’ a crackpipe, then peter bring pans (then peter bring pans)
you [?] again (you [?] again)
employ you to reconsider ya’ smack wit’ a warhead (ya’ smack wit’ a warhead)
’cause there’s a reason to be so bitter, ya’ b~tch give me more head (ya’ b~tch give me more head)
matt a eagle when he be wit’ it
take a leg off his body and then we’ll see if he really trippin’, i’m really vicious (we’ll see if he really trippin’, i’m really vicious)
might say the same sh~t, but i speak it different (but i speak it different)
ego trippin’, [?], got me heater griffin (ego trippin’, [?])
lookin’ for ya’ girl, it ain’t [?] green and she go missin’ (lookin’ for ya’ girl, she go missin’)
draw on you once witcha’ ten and two, see, he peter griffin (he peter griffin)
[?] wit’ it, all [?], you might get k!lled (might get k!lled)
if you salty, seemin’ fishy, then you might see sh~lls (might see sh~lls)
she knows by now, this the dope that you type in h~ll (type in h~ll)
if you believe wrong, you get two l’s
and he’ll see you right in h~ll, b~tch! (right in h~ll)
[outro: pe$o pete]
happy 20~18
i’ll greet you motherf~ckers
y’all wanted new music, you got it
radio silence, for the time being
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