25/05/2023
Hakutulokset
Tuloksia löytyi: 5
06/03/2023
DOUBLE DARE!
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Cough-cough, cough-cough
Ayy, sit back as I rip from the chest
Microphone in my hand and a voice in my head
I'ma keep spittin' till there ain't none left
I guess death be the only thing that keep me set
Like, two years since I said ya dead
I made moves that the money ain't a thing, oh, yes
I stress that I'm not just a regular guest
The rap for the stacks, I bring back the boom-bap
Like, who that kid dressed in all black?
Every motherfucker wanna be on my track
I don't give a fuck about your cap-ass rap
You stay wack while I snap, keep the bars on tap, huh
All I hear is 'Money, monеy, bitches', but I don't see no money or the mothеrfuckin' bitches, uh?
All I see is corny rappers acting famous like they made it, but ain't makin' any fucking digits
Yeah, let me break it down for ya
You do it for the image, ain't nobody down for ya
Comin' up out the grave, I was underground for ya
Now I'm comin' and takin' the throne, better bow down for ya
Highness, leave your bank in the minus
All my bills are blue like my motherfuckin' iris
Fillin' up your head like a goddamn virus
REALLY WANNA SAY MY DOUBLE DARE, YOU FUCKIN' TRY THIS
WHAT? ALL YOU GET IS MY PISS
SPIT LIKE A MAG AND I'M DUMPIN' MY CLIP
NAME SOMEONE ELSE WHO BE DOIN' THIS SHIT
Y'ALL CAN KEEP IT COMING, SCHEMA CLIQUE IN THIS BITCH
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Sittin' on the curb with the .40 in the hand
Sun in the sky and the smog in the air
People lookin' at me for the clothes that I wear
You can see it on my face, man, I just don't care
Sittin' on the curb with the .40 in the hand
Sun in the sky and the smog in the air
People lookin' at me for the clothes that I wear
You can see it on my face, man, I just don't care
Time to kick dust up, I bust like a clip
When I duck out the back and I creep up like this
How many motherfuckers must get dumped with the gun quick?
This is for the souls that felt this
Who's that?
Comin' straight from the back
I just stack up my pack while you sit there and act
Tough motherfuckers wanna be so bust like they subject to another style they suspectin'
Everybody wanna be respected
Take a little shot when they least expect it
Who am I? Gotta be objective
The blade stay tucked and it ain't selective
Dissected, emptied out his pockets and kept it
Split a motherfucker from his posse like Brexit
I don't give a fuck about a man who said shit
Really want a feature but the flow expensive
FUCK OUT MY WAY WHEN I BUST IT LIKE THAT
SLY GOES THE TRACK, AND I PUNK OUT THE GAS
FUCK WHAT YOU SAY, AND THEN FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD
I STICK TO MOVIN', I FLY LIKE A BIRD
Spray words like it's blood to the paper
Stay cursed, but if I see things worse
When I go and get a rise I'ma take Earth
When you address me you go 'head and say 'Sir'
Can I get a little bit of the steez please?
I reap the rewards of a war I'm knees deep in
I pull pins like a frag, I'm so bad
I BUST SLUGS, BITCH, AND RECOVER THE BAG
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Sittin' on the curb with the .40 in the hand
Sun in the sky and the smog in the air
People lookin' at me for the clothes that I wear
You can see it on my face, man, I just don't care
Sittin' on the curb with the .40 in the hand
Sun in the sky and the smog in the air
People lookin' at me for the clothes that I wear
You can see it on my face, man, I just don't care
30/09/2022
WTF!
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Hehehahahahah
Uhm, it's a good time to say 'Holy smokes'
Hah, hah, hah, hah
Hah, hah, hah, hah
Ayy, what?
Ayy, what?
Ayy, what?
Scratchin' on my dome, like, 'What the fuck?'
I don't like to talk, so, motherfucker, let it blow
Knockin' down your speakers like I bust them with a blow
B-b-bitch I got some dollars on the track under the tomb
Everybody see me and they thinkin', 'What the fuck?'
I-I got four, five hits, I don't fuckin' miss, uh
Everybody want the sauce, take my fuckin' piss, uh
Keep it pushin', pussy, you don't want a piece of this
H-h-how you think you gonna play me? Bitch, I keep a list
Keep it dead, though
Pussy motherfucker really [?]
Get low, pull up on a set zone, [?] the best, oh
I'ma get these demons in the back of my mind
When I'm fucked up, when I rewind to the scene
I'll never be the one to make it out, leavin' motherfuckers here washed
What the fuck? Huh? What the fuck? Huh?
Man, what the fuck? Huh?
What the f—? What the f—? What the f—?
Man, what the fuck? Huh? What the fuck? Huh?
Man, what the fuck? Huh?
Scratchin' on my dome, like, 'What the fuck?'
I don't like to talk, so, motherfucker, let it blow
Knockin' down your speakers like I bust them with a blow
B-b-bitch I got some dollars on the track under the tomb
Everybody see me and they thinkin', 'What the fuck?'
I got motherfuckers on my shit, they hate what's up-what's up-what's up
Lil' boy run it with the first [?] motherfuckin' blood
If you got no function, boy, I guess you out of luck
Now I'm sittin', scratchin' on my tomb, like, 'What the fuck?'
I don't like to talk, so, motherfucker, let it blow
Knockin' down your speakers like I bust them with a blow
B-b-bitch I got some dollars on the track under the tomb
Everybody see me and they thinkin', 'What the fuck?'
What the fuck, huh? What the fuck, huh?
Man, what the fuck? Huh?
What the f—? What the f—? What the f—?
Man, what the fuck? Huh? What the fuck? Huh?
Man, what the fuck? Huh?
What the fuck? Huh?
30/09/2022
Step Back!
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Uhm, it's a good time to say 'Holy smokes'
Said, 'What's up? Bitch, what's happenin'?' (Hehehehehahahaha)
Bitch tryna suck on my dick, I might tap it
See this .40 round clip, the grip, I might grab it
My hollow point tip, yo' lip, it cause havoc
So out my way, bitch, move it, fuck it up
I got like way too many bands, pockets flooded up
And what I got in my advance'd make yo' stomach fucked
I keep a strap up on my waist, it got a hollow tucked
'Cause like, damn, move out my way
Got new money comin', bitch, stack my pape'
I leave his ass wanted, I ain't catch a case
New whip, no keys, electric race
Like, what the fuck? You bitch, you jake, you fake, you off the grid, your face decay
I shoot yo' limbs, my K, two dicks, I got two twins (Ayy)
'Cause I'm boomin' all these pussy bitches that be talkin' nothing to my face
He wanna pull up with a gat and get sprayed, fuck that
Got two dicks on me, got one for your bitch, and the other with a laser, you get tased
Slide through, go drift in a Civ' after talkin' to yo' bitch, leave a red dot beam to your face
And my money makin' money (Ayy), where your bands go? (Ayy)
Bitch, fuck around (Ayy), I'ma pull up (Ayy), and I'll catch another case
Like, damn, shit, huh?
What yo' clique gon' do? When I slide to yo' crib, what yo' blick gon' do?
Got yo' girl up on my line, what yo' bitch gon' do?
Curb stomp a pussy bitch (Ayy), what my Rick's goin' through
Like, damn, shit, and I keep that boom
If it's over me and you, who yo' bitch gon' choose?
Flex a hundred dollar shoes, what yo' fit gon' prove?
And you see me goin' up (Ayy, ayy, ayy), why you look confused, huh?
Tell a pussy boy that I said, 'Step back!'
Motherfucker wanna talk, but I'm gettin' the bag
I see the reason that the motherfuckers takin' it bad
They know they never wanna be the one to step like that, like
Boom, bitch, you don't want this
I'ma pull up with the glick, pussy wanna talk shit, like
Every motherfucker wanna talk about another
But they never wanna be the one to pull up the numbers
See me doin' good, now they wanna say, 'I said so'
Tell me why they never gave a minute from the get-go
Tell me why they never wanna motherfuckin' let go
Tell me why my legacy is 'bout to be in set stone (Hehehehehahahaha)
You don't really wanna play on my ninth life
Like, oh my, put them in a lyrical drive-by, I slide by
Spittin' like a motherfuckin' villain, I'ma never let them ride 'til they pickin' the right side
The cyanide in yo' drink, go bye-bye
Make plays, get bank, for my own time
Stay away from the motherfuckers tryna be the ones to take a blade to my name, I choose life
Revenge on my chest, I stay in my best
They stayin' mad that I be winning, do I make you upset?
I'm makin' moves, and now they comin' 'cause I'm gettin' some bread
But you weren't there when I was broke, and now you think that we friends
Forget it
Da-da-da-da-da-damn, move out my way
Got new money comin', bitch, stack my pape'
I leave his ass wanted, I ain't catch a case
New whip, no keys, electric race
Like, what the fuck? You bitch, you jake, you fake, you off the grid, your face decay
I shoot yo' limbs, my K, two dicks, I got two twins (Two twins, got twins, got twins, got twins, got twins)
02/06/2022
NIGHTMARE
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Ever since a kid
I never gave a fuck about shit
Fuck a 9 to 5 I’m never clockin in I’m out bitch
Said yung sxmpra what you wanna be I say a misfit
How you gonna tell me what I gotta be you trippin
I’m In my zone
Schematheposee
What I’m on
I got that chip up on my shoulder
And that black cap on my dome
That Section8 up on my body
Keep me poppin like a shottie
I’m leavin a mothafucka in a box he steady rottin
Aye
Get up out my way
Want you look up in my face
When I’m out the gate
Cos no one movin at my pace
Wanna pave this lane
These pussy mothafuckas lame
All the same
That’s another plane Jane
Uh
Bitch
Wanna play the game
That razor blade
Will graze yo face
When a pussy mothafucka really wanna be the one
To say
What he may
Like it’s mayday
Mayday
Another one
Vacate
System be rippin and trippin to keep us
From facing
The truth
When in the booth
I gotta spit my shit
And I’m rippin it too like
Who
Who gonna fuck with kid
Better buck up bitch
Cos I bump in this shit
Like you
You wanna fuck with the kid
Never gonna pull up in the whip
Like bitch
You through
They don’t really wanna be the ones to jump on this ship
Cos I don’t have shit
You do
They gonna hate me cos I’m comin up and you fuckas be doomed
Creepin I’m rippin these fuckas up outta they seat and they know that I’m schemin I’m dreaming of all of the things I’m achieving I keep on my feet and these pussies be payin for features
Creatures be sayin they made me I made me and maybe you could indeed make yourself too if you stopped with the fuckery stuck in the past as I laugh bitch fuck you
Pull up all black to the shoes
Cap with a hoodie
On my back
That’s new
Fuck what ya do
And fuck ya whole crew
Bitch schema to the grave
I’mma die up in the booth
Yuh
I am an entity and I am entering in to the peak of my energy meant to be what I am sent to be and I am ending the fuckas that mention me