Boldy James, Lukah - STIGMATA lyrics
[Boldy James, Lukah - STIGMATA lyrics]
What else? At all
Where we at, 227 this block work
Sway time mafia what else let's get it
Aye been doing this since a snot nose
Ain't no coming back when them shots blow
Remember running back to Costo like
Bruh these shit got funky round the way
Had to 3 three out the K
Now he ducked off out the way
Had to reroute the play drop a 6 in the pot
Givin hops like Doctor Jay
Heard he done with my opps
OPP Hip Hop Hooray 50 drum on my Glock
Dopey T ain't bout to play
Clean him up with the mop
Got OCD I love to spray
Plug called he want his pay
Cuz called, "I'm on my way"
Fell asleep smoking weed
Codeine in my ocean spray
Strongest cookie in the city
Got exotic off flesh
That's 100 bows at time
Now that's what you call major
Dwelling in that skyscraper
Mancho with the elevast stick on
Me no fly paper
Don't do no free felony favors
Pull up and collect, my
Youngin keep telling me, "later"
Broke little fingers up to
The private investigator
Moved in silence, get in and out
That's how the block work
Been around the girl that ain't shit
I know how the blocks work i'm out the dirt
CREAM I crave and ain't shit to make a call
Cousins said he sending some bows
And i'mma move 'em all
Rough and rugged how I'm constructed
My chain, I never tuck it
Backwoods look like a pregnant bitch
Pearling her fattest nuggets
Heard they want war, then so be
It, we'll murk 'em all, fuck it
Stolen bucket, AR and LAP
This ain't no fucking musket
Catch me out in public blowing
Loud like Satchmo's trumpet
Heard trouble comin, I ain't running bruh
Shit my heater dumping off the hip
I stay equipped, will make a rapper RIP
Heard he talking lip, them dogs at him nigga
That's off the rip
Ounces flip, turn them to P's
I'll teach 'em thugamatics
Pistol addict, I gotta have it
Bullets they come sporadic
Semi automatic stay on me
At home and out in traffic
Told you that we shooting these actors homie
This cinematic kush fanatic I gotta have it
Rolling sweet aromatics
Frontin' killer then meet the 40
We can't be diplomatic
? where I roll, we call that multitasking
Nina apparatus in case suckers
Wanna be target practice
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
You know the rest nigga
Blessed nigga, fucking with god
I'll bet you rest nigga
Am who I am at all times
No need to impress niggas
Space a couple blunts through the day
So I don't stress niggas
Get the castros drilled in my brain
Gee all i know is getting
Shotty got a drum on a nigga
I call that heavy lifting south Memphis
Live and direct I know they feel attention
Accurate with this cig muh fucka
I don't need an extension word
Where we at, 227 this block work
Sway time mafia what else let's get it
Aye been doing this since a snot nose
Ain't no coming back when them shots blow
Remember running back to Costo like
Bruh these shit got funky round the way
Had to 3 three out the K
Now he ducked off out the way
Had to reroute the play drop a 6 in the pot
Givin hops like Doctor Jay
Heard he done with my opps
OPP Hip Hop Hooray 50 drum on my Glock
Dopey T ain't bout to play
Clean him up with the mop
Got OCD I love to spray
Plug called he want his pay
Cuz called, "I'm on my way"
Fell asleep smoking weed
Codeine in my ocean spray
Strongest cookie in the city
Got exotic off flesh
That's 100 bows at time
Now that's what you call major
Dwelling in that skyscraper
Mancho with the elevast stick on
Me no fly paper
Don't do no free felony favors
Pull up and collect, my
Youngin keep telling me, "later"
Broke little fingers up to
The private investigator
Moved in silence, get in and out
That's how the block work
Been around the girl that ain't shit
I know how the blocks work i'm out the dirt
CREAM I crave and ain't shit to make a call
Cousins said he sending some bows
And i'mma move 'em all
Rough and rugged how I'm constructed
My chain, I never tuck it
Backwoods look like a pregnant bitch
Pearling her fattest nuggets
Heard they want war, then so be
It, we'll murk 'em all, fuck it
Stolen bucket, AR and LAP
This ain't no fucking musket
Catch me out in public blowing
Loud like Satchmo's trumpet
Heard trouble comin, I ain't running bruh
Shit my heater dumping off the hip
I stay equipped, will make a rapper RIP
Heard he talking lip, them dogs at him nigga
That's off the rip
Ounces flip, turn them to P's
I'll teach 'em thugamatics
Pistol addict, I gotta have it
Bullets they come sporadic
Semi automatic stay on me
At home and out in traffic
Told you that we shooting these actors homie
This cinematic kush fanatic I gotta have it
Rolling sweet aromatics
Frontin' killer then meet the 40
We can't be diplomatic
? where I roll, we call that multitasking
Nina apparatus in case suckers
Wanna be target practice
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
You know the rest nigga
Blessed nigga, fucking with god
I'll bet you rest nigga
Am who I am at all times
No need to impress niggas
Space a couple blunts through the day
So I don't stress niggas
Get the castros drilled in my brain
Gee all i know is getting
Shotty got a drum on a nigga
I call that heavy lifting south Memphis
Live and direct I know they feel attention
Accurate with this cig muh fucka
I don't need an extension word