Phonk (Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 2)

Bet that we gon' leave it on the flo Leave it, leave it on the flo Motherfuckers better know This thang is 'bout to blow I'm a real deal, you's a hoe That's fo' sho', I'ma leave it on the flo (leave it) Who's this opp tryna lose his thoughts? Not Alzheimer's but y'all mind us when the tool gets popped And all kinda dudes get dropped when they choose this plot You just watch what I heard when the music stopped Got this fully automatic causing static Everybody just get on the floor Anything goes, no foolery Give us your jewelry, wallets, and give us the dough This ain't a hoe, I'm ready for war I'ma settle the score and then spliff through the door All of these women are tripping I think they been sniffing up coke, bring me the blow I'ma need all y'all phones out now You can set 'em all down right in front of you For my accomplice, if y'all pop shit Then you getting hit up with a slug or two Bullets'll body you, that's what this gun'll do If any one of you think you can fucking move This shit ain't funny, just give up the money And if you get lucky my buddy'll cut you loose As that freak slap with the D-cups so she's hiding up under her titties It looks like a key to a safe, I ain't leaving this place till we find it, the shit's getting litty I feel no pity, sin city, my trigger finger be getting so itchy She better give up the code if you hit her fo' sho' and no I don't think that you're pretty Oh that's yo girl on the floor girl Keep talking shit, there'll be no girl What can I say? I don't come here to play Fuck you to your face, it's a cold world Tell this DJ not to be brave Or I'm taking his tables for peep's sake Y'all keep playing but I eat cake like everyday's my b-day This the part I let you know that there's a twist in this plot To stick up this hop but the truth is I ain't pissed off at y'all I figured I'd just take your shit when I'm here, so thanks guys But where this millionaire rapper dude at named Tech N9ne We 'bout to leave it on the flo (leave it) Then hit 'em with the .44 (leave it) Tryna stick me for my dough I ain't about to let it go I'ma leave 'em on the flo (leave it) Hallelujah, Tech called the shooter, I got the Ruger So drop the Luger, my dragon's flames is hot as Cooper's That's how I'ma do ya, moving you fuck like the Kamasutra Stand aside you losers, if it's smoke, I provide the hookah I know grimy boosters who push away like some kind of movers Call they might remove ya so move unless you kinda stupid Then touch my G, you die, and don't try it, don't test this kind of movement Get to street fighting, the heat fire like nine Hadouken's Like Ryu and Ken, okay motherfucker time to meet your end But the heat falls when the heat blow, nigga eat those Reload then I hit yo' friends Fuck your ego man Get the heater, I'm about to search this bitch for Tecca N9na Call the cops, shit is getting hella lethal With the chalk edges sketching hella people The red dot's looking like a set of measles Deadshot like a zombie getting needles Hell nah, I ain't 'bout to ever leave you Less talk, Tech I'm 'bout to get this weasel Sounds hella evil but those types of people When there something wrong with they brain I'm just tryna make sure my nigga leave in the same way that he came dude Let's get the fuck on My nigga proceeded to bust chrome When the dust gone Never tripping cause nothing was crushed on Now the cut flown till he touch home But these fools wanna squeeze tools But we speed through what they feed too The B dude with the cheese move So they greet gruel tryna seek food Chose N9na for the dinner date Tryna get away from the heat We switching lanes on the interstate Clout-chasing ass motherfuckers wanna take my name and break my fame Wanna be funny because I make my chains and then state my claim When I hate, try game, I'ma be killing 'em when I take my aim Pass me that so I can end the Energy trying to hinder When the punks approach a nigga fend off Fanta, buss on demons out the window, injure Any demon, I'ma beast 'em This what I do and decease 'em They better flee from killers, no weak ones Attitude 'cause I never got a threesome By the power of my dead niggas Take lead nigga, die Never stop me when the bullets fly No matter how hard you try Fucking weaklings felt the real fire my heat brings They flipped over the guard rail and wrapped around the concrete T-beam Sanctuary Looked at my homeboy driving and said thank you very Much for coming through in the clutch They better be glad we didn't face off and then catch two in the gut, what? Man that was a close call Sweating so much, I got soaked drawers I was finna do both of them bitches But they both stalled Saying they wanted a thrizzy with Tech Nizzie Was a hoax dog Fuck it, I got about 60 rolls still And this pound of fucking dough's ill Happy Halloween my nigga We supreme my nigga We running things my ni-oh shit