KXNG Crooked - #Wtfigoh Lyrics

[Verse]Ay manWhat the fuck is going on here?Niggas acting like I ain't the best lyricist toEver be born on the west coastOh I see what's poppin'Pistol sing at everything you rockin'I will Depeche Mode your dress codeI will expose your chest boneI will make you digest chrome to your neck bone explodeLike my best triple X sex load, let's goWhat the fuck is going on here?Been doing this since that nigga FaboWas seeing spaceships in BankheadBefore niggas was getting Draco'sWe was letting the vicious K go hit you KangolPitching yayo the bitches sniffing QuaaludesThe work was coming from Mexico then it entered DagoIn a WinnebagoWhat the fuck is going on here?Niggas acting like I ain't the best West bar spitterLike niggas can spar bar for bar with a bartenderBar so heavy put the bar on the end of a barbellIt becomes a bar benderI ain't seen kids this trash since Pac's BrendaThe top contender get chopped in blenders after I Rakim'd himNow cops wanna book me it's not kindleI swindle like a bookieMy every line hit the fucking streets like my notebookDropped out the top windowI did features with some of the biggest artistsAnd buried them in the soils mudMy sword is stained with royal bloodI foil you with slugs and the snubs recoil'Cause you addicted to pussy shit like a loyal studI cook rappers and boil thugsI meanWhat the fuck is going on here?At nineteen I was rhyming with Kurupt I had to step upThat enhanced meEver since then my peers never kept upSuge advanced meSaid I was the best on the West since Pac rapping nastyIf you kids get touched it'll be two K'sThat was Raz BSo I started memorizing raps'Cause you hypnotized by niggas spitting liesI'm emphasizing that not enough men too many miceI'm minimizing thatI'll run towards your front porch with the gun torchedThat's man like conduct without the unsportsNo penalizing thatWhat the fuck is going on here?Oh I seeThey ain't wanna Eastsider to creep in the side doorI'm peepin' the vibe thoughI'm from the city where niggas get off them pillsBitches crip walk in heelsAnd we don't speak to the five-oYou snitch we beating your eyes closedLeave you sleeping with winosI write so many essays I should drop the link in a bioOn Cinco de MayoWhile I'm on the beach with Keysha my side hoFeeding my pie holeFrijoles and Pico de GalloI'm running all fades like bleach when you dye clothesI should call my guest appearances facial features'Cause even your eye knowsI'm a beast at my live showsWhat the fuck is going on here, nigga?I mean right here niggaI mean here niggaCatch this grenade your death wish is paidMy reckless brigadeStack on the block then break bread likeTetris was played when breakfast was madeGet pressed with this gaugeIt's on my checklist to swipe your necklace andSlice your neck with this blade before I exit the stageI mean what the fuck is going on here, man?