Mistah F.A.B. - Can't Kill Hyphy

Mistah F.A.B

uh, this one for the king of the super duper
Keak get well, we gon' shit like a pooper scooper
I'm ridin' for you bro, be like a super Uber
Super Soaker on deck, we got stupid shooters
Far as hyphy go, I ain't gon' let it die
Couldn't left it in the hands of a better guy
Fetty Wap on the game, lookin' with my better eye
Tech grind, Chevron gas, unleaded aye
Turned back up, like a nigga never turned down
Hyphy like when a hood nigga get turned down
From a bad bitch, fuck a bitch, I get to bat quick
Still cheezy-weezy, broke niggas on that mad shit
Bitch said she over me, then why the hell you textin' then?
Bro be actin' like a bitch, too much estrogen
Fabby Davis oh my god, you're back, yo we love you!
We on that hyphy shit again, uhhh, fuck you

Yadadamean fo sho, yadadamean fo sheezy
This that '06 slap you beezy
In the building and I'm feelin' like yee!
Can't kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (can't kill hyphy)
Still (can't kill hyphy)
I'm still (can't kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy

Hey, I don't think they know, they some nerds
Shaboobalaboopy, that's my word
Did on my first win what niggas don't do until their third
Hyphy ain't dead, them niggas just scared
Hands on the clock gettin turned back
Year 2006, where the herb at?
The Bay fell off? Nigga what? I heard that
Been gettin' lit, tell the world we want our word back (litty)
Niggas switch cliques, ride dicks just to get on
Serve out a town ways, this the town, don't forget home
I'm so Oakland like Cindy on Soul Beat
Gingerbread house here, jammin' LG
Now tell 'em don't stop, keep goin', keep goin'
Off of champagne and cookies, I'm blowin'
Hold it down for the Bay reppin' Oakland
Still super-duper hyphy you know it

Yadadamean fo sho, yadadamean fo sheezy
This that '06 slap you beezy
In the building and I'm feelin' like yee!
Can't kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (can't kill hyphy)
Still (can't kill hyphy)
I'm still (can't kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy

'06, this was big, no Bed-Stuy
Boy I'm on you neck, to the neck, like a necktie
Just left my nigga Keak, crackin' jokes by his bedside
He said "Fabby burn them niggas down like Left Eye"
So I'm back in the building like I forgot somethin'
Get your hands up like I'm 'bout to pop somethin'
Niggas ain't hyphy, they really need to stop frontin'
They really ain't shooters, 'cause niggas ain't dropped nothin'
Put a pill in your life, change your attitude
I kept the door open, nigga, where's the gratitude?
Man what is it? What you mad at dude?
Boy, I'm just doin' what I had to do
Bay on my back, like Bubbles on Mike Jack
Hyphy comin' back, a couple suckas ain't gonna like that
I'm Han Solo, you know I had to strike back
Rest in peace to The Mac and The Jack, Keak be right back

Yadadamean fo sho, yadadamean fo sheezy
This that '06 slap you beezy
In the building and I'm feelin' like yee!
Can't kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (can't kill hyphy)
Still (can't kill hyphy)
I'm still (can't kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy

Hyphy
Hyphy
Hyphy
Hyphy
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
Hyphy

Written by:
Stanley Peter Cox

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find