Lyrics Uppercut - Mvko

Uppercut

Never catch a case bitch, 'cause I always wear a mask
Hit your bitch with mean pipe
Then I bounce 'cause this ain’t date night (Yeah)
Call me Young Chris Hanson, I’ll catch you slippin' like it’s dateline
Ain’t afraid to catch a charge (Nah)
Sniper rifle, pick 'em off (Pow)
Night ride on a pussy, like my last name Hasslehoff (Beep, beep)
Fuck your father, your mother, your brother, sister and cousin
When I pull up on your block, I’m droppin' bodies in dozens
Hey Wavehi, why these bitches always wanna test us?
(Why?)
I’ll turn on the autopilot and do a driveby in a Tesla
Stationed down in Mexico, it’s a every day fiesta (Rrra)
Bitch, I scam my clientele like my fuckin' name Bethesda (Yeah)
Fuck a bitch, fuck a pussy, fuck a cop and fuck a judge
Fuck the hatred, fuck the sadness, fuck your feelings, fuck the love (Fuck the
love)
You can feel how you want about me, 'cause I don’t give a fuck (Yeah)
Don’t bang my line, no more motherfucker, 'cause I ain’t pickin' up
Feelin' how you feelin' (Yeah) and you sayin' what you sayin' (What you sayin')
I’ma meet you in the cement
Bring that blade like ninja gaiden
I might have to call you blanket, way I swing you from the railing
Quit your playing I derail it
Picture perfect I’m a failure (Fucked up)
Yeah, I’m coming to your block and leaving with your bitch
Speaking to his face, I call him corpse, because he whispering
Grew up playing Metal Gear Solid, so I’m a syndicate
That shit I hear you talking, boy I do not think you living it
My flow so unlimited
Hit that clutch I’m spinning it
I’m too rare, I’m limited
Young Mandel, I’m winning it
I make this money adjust to the internet, bitch
Boy hit the breaks or you hitting the ditch
Bryan Ortega, I’m popping his disc
Shout out to Nas, because life is a bitch
Inspired my feelings in rapping like this
Ever since they play me, let me out my cage
I been switching up these flows just like my name was Ellen Page, bitch
Say my name, you gon say shit (Shit)
I’m on j-a-s-I-a-h, I’ma break shit
Now I’m upping the pace just to break shift
Skrrt, you wasted
Wipe him off the map, like a blank disc
Beat so heavy that it gave your girl a face lift
Rush it and you get basted
I ain’t supposed to rap, I ain’t famous
If I’m gonna die, I’m gon say shit
Before I’m sleeping underneath the pavement
I don’t even care about your payment
I only say it once because, I don’t make miss
Paying for your plays, yeah I think that that’s a fake hit
Shorty hit my phone and she told me her room vacant
If I want it, I might take it, if I don’t I think I’ma fake it
Br, br, I’m out of service
Matter fact I’m lying
I do not think you worth it