Hard to Buff (feat. GONE.Fludd) - Yanix

Gun don't jam it ain't no biscuit Bitch this Shit is Hotter than Sahara 'Bout a hundred dollars is what I wipe I my shit with Oh you want the big stick Oh you want the 30 round Make your body viscous I be 'bout my riches Tryna count my racks up All my money add up I be runnin' digits Thumb in her ass intermission I'm hittin' a port then go back for the finish Fishin' and stickin' this dick in her kidney Stickin' a fist in her shit on Timmy I coulda caught passes at Notre Dame I coulda ran kicks at Texas And I coulda hooped up at Kansas But I sold crack and served hella jay's bitch Young Lil Tavis flexin' Call me Lil Answer I been knowing everything bitch Tackle the beat like Ed Reed yeah Stiff arm the beat like AP yeah They sayin' Lil Tavis need a Heisman I be breakin' hymens Run to the check and I'm whylin I'm buyin' the bitch nothin' She just gettin' stuffin' Stuffin' this dick in her tum And a clip gon' slip thru the lips of her bum I'm a empty the shit when I'm gettin my nut Tavis on the block goin stupid buff Stop Guy on the block goin stupid buff Tavis on the block goin stupid buff Stop Guy on the block goin stupid buff Tavis on the block goin stupid buff Sensei on the block goin stupid buff Ew on the beat goin stupid buff Gun on the beat goin stupid buff Had to give you boys a couple of seconds Before I while out and start dumpin' my weapons I'm Wile E. Coyote I'm up with my brethren You high off peyote you thinkin' bout steppin' I'm pressin' and stressin' a nigga for flexin' Run through his pockets to teach him a lesson Beat his ass bloody but never gon' X him He need remember that stop guy the present You niggas so bad that it's bringin' depression I'm bringing the tree and the drink it's no question Backwood so big that it got hypertension Burnin' it down reach a higher dimension It's boxed as a bitch like a fire just ended Split down the wrap put the fire back in it After the blunt now the night is beginning Tavis on the block goin stupid, buff Stop Guy on the block goin stupid, buff Tavis on the block goin stupid, buff Lefty on the block goin stupid, buff Tavis in this bitch goin retarded Tavis in this bitch goin retarded Tavis in this bitch goin retarded Tavis in this bitch go get em nigga Tavis on the block with a bag that's buff They got Lefty with a feature on the track that's nuts Back up This bitch had a flat butt Mad sluts get punched if they wanna act tough I've drowned in tequila With all of my people We all love the reefer They follow the leader They want cocaina I'm runnin' a fever Call my mom say Theresa Cole's gone off the zima Ew on the beat knock the bong off your speaker, reverse Let's run it back with reverbs Tweakers on the street of Seattle throwin' feet first Moms hit my line say they wanna fuck Tavis I said get in line but they're already naked I'm locked in the basement lost in a spaceship Lefty on the track put the bottle to your face bitch Get down when I spit get ignorant We could fuck on the floor if you're into it That's magnificent I've been a pimp Dip my dick in cinnamon cause I'm about to sin again Rob you of your innocence And boof a couple dinner mints Wow I only fuck upside down People always ask me what's my sound Born on a cloud and I must come down Tavis on the block with a bag that's buff They got Lefty with a feature on the track that's nuts Back up This bitch had a flat butt Mad sluts get punched if they wanna act tough Anyone can rhyme flex or cuddle a nine I've been puttin' in time it's a hustle and grind You got drugs on your mind I used to be the plug and I was one of a kind Bro how you throwin' shade with the sun in your eye I'm juggling knives Everyday I wake up with a gun by my side Turn the beat up now I'm comin' alive If that fire shit's honey then I'm smugglin' hives If you know me you know I pack heat I'm talkin' nine packs of ramen in the back seat And some 8 wide boots I got fat feet Clap cheeks with half the señoritas from the track meet No lie this life's been a real bitch We grind cause we tryna get real rich Get high your mind will reveal shit My flow so hot it'll peel skin Bitches know I got promiscuous skinny dick Legs in the air while she citing Leviticus Hold all that Jesus shit don't bring him into this You soft as fuck but act hard on the internet Tavis on the block with a bag that's buff They got Lefty with a feature on the track that's nuts Back up This bitch had a flat butt Mad sluts get punched if they wanna act tough Tavis on the block with a bag that's buff They got Lefty with a feature on the track that's nuts Back up This bitch had a flat butt Mad sluts get punched if they wanna act tough

I couldn't tell you Much about London in '64 Much about Franklin and Elenor But I know exactly how we left the kitchen And I couldn't tell you When the moon met our first rocketship When they built all of those pyramids But I could spend hours reminiscing That first date, your kiss Parties, we missed 'Cause we happier just staying in The first time you cried I hate that night And how well I remember it Now I'm no good at small talk, it always goes South 'Cause every time that I open my mouth I star to monologue, spilling my guts How it began and how I messed it up Close friends or strangers, it's always the same Give me five minutes, I'll mention your name I keep reciting the story of us Like I'm some kind of history buff (I tried to forget it) Re-wrote my autobiography Had to go through my anatomy 'Cause somehow I still see you in it So inconvenient I memorized dates for no reason But every Fall, yeah, it all hits me like a freight train Flip back to the same page (And study it over again) Now I'm no good at small talk, it always goes South 'Cause every time that I open my mouth I star to monologue, spilling my guts How it began and how I messed it up Close friends or strangers, it's always the same Give me five minutes, I'll mention your name I keep reciting the story of us Like I'm some kind of history buff Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I hate that night How well I remember it How well I remember it Now I'm no good at small talk, it always goes South 'Cause every time that I open my mouth I star to monologue, spilling my guts How it began and how I messed it up Close friends or strangers, it's always the same Give me five minutes, I'll mention your name I keep reciting the story of us Like I'm some kind of history buff