Goin Napalm

[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist]
I'm posted up, cocked back, chilling with my shades on
Waiting for some females to slip into my blaze zone
I stay strong, you could tell I put a little weight on
Secretly, your girl calling me from a payphone
Tryna get my late on, stuff for me to prey on
Your girl on her knees but she ain't tryna get her pray on
And I lay stoned, haters be staring at me, but they won't
Think of touching me, motherfucker, I'm going napalm

[Verse 1: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Welcome to the year 2013
Beware lyrical monsters lurking
We could get it crunk with the skill at the same time
And I ain't lying, I'm just a lion that could be tamed
I'm not your circus entertainment, lame shit
I come with the same shit, then blow out your brain, bitch
Loving how I came with it, and I ain't gonna change shit
And I don't play for fame, it's not like I'm that anxious
It's like a tank hitting, when the bass hitting
Rolling up the street like: "hey kitten
Here kitty-kitty, it's the nitty-gritty"
Hits em with the witty shit, so come get with me
I'm posted up, cocked back, chilling, what should I say, huh?
You looking like a million dollars laying on the table
For you, I'd take out one of my own like Abo
Situation gets sticky-sticky like maple

[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist]
I'm posted up, cocked back, chilling with my shades on
Waiting for some females to slip into my blaze zone
I stay strong, you could tell I put a little weight on
Secretly, your girl calling me from a payphone
Tryna get my late on, stuff for me to prey on
Your girl on her knees but she ain't tryna get her pray on
And I lay stoned, haters be staring at me, but they won't
Think of touching me, motherfucker, I'm going napalm

[Verse 2: Tha Reap'r]
You can go ham, but I'm still a bomb
Burn this track up 'cause I'm bout to go napalm
What the fuck you waiting on? I'm tryna get my rave on
Get this lame dude something else they can hate on
This is just a hobby, I could do this all day
But I ain't tryna get a deal, I just did this for my boy
So we can knock this shit out like Junior Jones Roy
Roy Jones Junior, I'm coming to consume you
This track might bruise you when I take it you, loser
I know this shit here really ain't what you used to
You can bet your bottom dollar, I go harder than I used to
Roll my blunts with one hand, you still gotta use two
Red bag in my lap, it's all about that suwu
Sitting in a new coup, staring at the moonroot
[?] like Wayne, getting higher than the moon do
Show a naked ass and I ain't even mooned you

[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist]
I'm posted up, cocked back, chilling with my shades on
Waiting for some females to slip into my blaze zone
I stay strong, you could tell I put a little weight on
Secretly, your girl calling me from a payphone
Tryna get my late on, stuff for me to prey on
Your girl on her knees but she ain't tryna get her pray on
And I lay stoned, haters be staring at me, but they won't
Think of touching me, motherfucker, I'm going napalm

[Verse 3: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Throw your hands up, motherfucker, stand up
You claim you a man, man, you better man up
See, I'm [?], I'm trynna bust a damn nut
That's why I got your girl blowing me like a [?]
I need a damn slut, one with some sand stuck
In her butt, fucking on the beach in a damn rut
Why you laughing now? I take it back to how
I passed out on that plastic couch with my ass out
What should I rap bout? Whoops, there I go again
Three point from them hoes, whoop, there it is
I got my followers behind me steady rolling in
You got something to say about it? I'ma throw you in
A pit full of piranhas, a sick poisonous iguana
And the corpse of Osama Bin Laden
I promise I'm on another level of atomic
Hydroponics, supersonic
Hypnotic, astronomically bout to bomb it when I'm on it
Going napalm

[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist]
I'm posted up, cocked back, chilling with my shades on
Waiting for some females to slip into my blaze zone
I stay strong, you could tell I put a little weight on
Secretely, your girl calling me from a payphone
Trynna get my late on, stuff for me to prey on
Your girl on her knees but she ain't trynna get her pray on
And I [??], haters be staring at me, but they won't-
Think of touching me, motherfucker, I'm going napalm