Nick Shady - Underground Lyrics

      

Underground
by Nick Shady

Intro
Ayo, H1TMAN

Hook
I'm from the underground, but I got a unique sound
I sound off with this Glock, you get shot when I come around
I'm the king now, hand over the crown
Get down 'fore your red blood runs about the town

Verse 1
Get popped when I walk in the buildin'
Blastin' all these rappers, act like I had a hit list
Cappin' all these crackers, you know I'm never missin'
You on the back of a milk carton, your full name above "missing"
I'm messin' wit'cha missus, in the bedroom, bare witness
To this dick in your bitch, eat shit, drink my piss and suck my spit
You prick, I get ticked, you get licked
Kicked, flipped, ripped, tripped, song skipped, stick to the script
I'll clean your clock, like tick tock
You'll get clocked, shit'll blow up on TikTok
Got a little time on my hands like a wristwatch
Walk in, room goes quiet, could hear a pin drop
You'd have bought the farm if you were at that shop that I robbed
Shot dead and dropped in the gas stop parking lot
Writin' rhymes, bitch I'm like a robot
This isn't pop, this is pure hip-hop, and I'm on top
And you won't stop me from commiting these robberies
Callin' the cops? Please, bitch, you can't cease this larceny
Run back to Compton, you little N.W.A wannabe
Better call the doctor, 'cause I'm slicin' open your arteries

Hook
I'm from the underground, but I got a unique sound
I sound off with this Glock, you get shot when I come around
I'm the king now, hand over the crown
Get down 'fore your red blood runs about the town (I said)
I'm from the underground, but I got a unique sound
I sound off with this Glock, you get shot when I come around
I'm the king now, hand over the crown
Get down 'fore your red blood runs about the town

Verse 2
Wait, hold up, hold the phone
Fuck that shit, yo! Give me the microphone
It's a known fact I work alone
Y'all should know, though, that I do not condone
The crazy shit that I might say in my raps
Am I walking on Machine Gun Kelly, or did I step in crap?
You dumb twats just fell right into my trap
You finna get slapped, snapped, kidnapped, body snatched, and that's a wrap
Better pack it up, you bedroom rap
At least I have written all my raps
Spit every bar like it's my last
Everybody takin' shots, target on my back
Everybody tryna shop, Target on my back
Everybody wanna talk, better cut the chat
How do I do it? You better not ask (Why?)
'Cause curiosity killed the cat (Oh)
And curiosity's what I call my gat
Once I start spittin', where all you cats? (Where?)
Seriously, man, where the fuck y'all at? (Where?)
Start spoutin' off, you finna get capped
Other words, pop off and you'll get popped
Talk that shit, you gonna get dropped
Like you're hot, like that Snoop Dogg song
Bitch I'm god, minus the zilla, more like King Kong