Ces Cru - Ricochet lyrics
[Ces Cru - Ricochet lyrics]
Certified as superior emcee
What better a way for us to
Celebrate and fucking roll things out?
The crew is Ces and yes
We came to make the whole thing
Bounce and move your neck
Recession proof pressed my band
Maneuver luminous plan to move it out
The Midwest, Vancouver, Budapest, yeah
Yo, I must confess
It's new manure to address
Couldn't be more Young Thug if
You were in a dress
Doing less, than a little I mean it literally
Motherfuckers grind Pitifully with
A capital 'P'
We don't associate with those lames
I go in Lois Lane low and slow my aim
Slower and centered over your shoulder blades
Godi throw grenades while
Hollering "Flash out" starting shit
Chucking bricks when I live in a glass house
With they pseudo CES weaponry
How could they hope to have an effect on me?
It's like a hurricane on rage
Hoping to wet the sea
Tryna wreck a G
They falling off, catching leprosy
37 chambers, we taking them
To the next degree, see?
Bounce, bounce
(I ain't scared of you motherfuckers)
I don't know why they doubted us
When they bounced they sold out on us
My day ones hated
But Mama was so proud of us
They show malice to us
But the flow powerless
The ricochet commonly come from a low calibre
Ugh, the hate you gave no doubt I'm a thug
Devouring y'all and all with
The power of love brother I'm back working
Way that they use it, the Gat worthless
Standing inside a cube
While they shoot at a flat surface
Word on the street is to
Aim at your back turning
Came in the game to outsmart
Stupid and sack serpents
Jake the snake in the ring
Iron sheik with a turban
A fire breather, I'm burning, I find
A reason to hurt 'em, word
Out in the street they call it murder
I don't know what you heard, but, uh
You're just a burger
Mini-Meal and nothing further
I got your star marksman clutching
Burners and pulling out
Sniper harbour bullets bouncing off
Of Clark Kent yeah y'all can't get nothing
Through on us motherfucker
Go ahead take your shot
Do what you gonna do, come on
All of the disses they
Spitting are so repetitive
Niggas are nescient their knowledge
Is in the negative
Without a fuck to give about what it
Was supposed to be to ya they take lame aim
And then fire through social media
Ignore it 'til they fodder
I oughta be at a faction
See, they ain't hold me back y'all
Just look at the main attraction
They fucking haters debating on
Who's the best then
Again I do believe it's easy just to press in
Maybe they poppin' off
Cause they wanna make an impression
The day they meet their maker pray
It may teach them a lesson
They outside looking in tryna peep it
You blew it, I am LeWitt
My serpent's are few and secret
Decided to double diss 'em
Leave 'em in disarray
I'm dwelling in oblivion, dummies
Bullets will ricochet
And by the time you chime
In you're merely a critic
Everybody telling you how to do
It, they never did it, get it?
Hahaha, CES niggas poppin' off
What better a way for us to
Celebrate and fucking roll things out?
The crew is Ces and yes
We came to make the whole thing
Bounce and move your neck
Recession proof pressed my band
Maneuver luminous plan to move it out
The Midwest, Vancouver, Budapest, yeah
Yo, I must confess
It's new manure to address
Couldn't be more Young Thug if
You were in a dress
Doing less, than a little I mean it literally
Motherfuckers grind Pitifully with
A capital 'P'
We don't associate with those lames
I go in Lois Lane low and slow my aim
Slower and centered over your shoulder blades
Godi throw grenades while
Hollering "Flash out" starting shit
Chucking bricks when I live in a glass house
With they pseudo CES weaponry
How could they hope to have an effect on me?
It's like a hurricane on rage
Hoping to wet the sea
Tryna wreck a G
They falling off, catching leprosy
37 chambers, we taking them
To the next degree, see?
Bounce, bounce
(I ain't scared of you motherfuckers)
I don't know why they doubted us
When they bounced they sold out on us
My day ones hated
But Mama was so proud of us
They show malice to us
But the flow powerless
The ricochet commonly come from a low calibre
Ugh, the hate you gave no doubt I'm a thug
Devouring y'all and all with
The power of love brother I'm back working
Way that they use it, the Gat worthless
Standing inside a cube
While they shoot at a flat surface
Word on the street is to
Aim at your back turning
Came in the game to outsmart
Stupid and sack serpents
Jake the snake in the ring
Iron sheik with a turban
A fire breather, I'm burning, I find
A reason to hurt 'em, word
Out in the street they call it murder
I don't know what you heard, but, uh
You're just a burger
Mini-Meal and nothing further
I got your star marksman clutching
Burners and pulling out
Sniper harbour bullets bouncing off
Of Clark Kent yeah y'all can't get nothing
Through on us motherfucker
Go ahead take your shot
Do what you gonna do, come on
All of the disses they
Spitting are so repetitive
Niggas are nescient their knowledge
Is in the negative
Without a fuck to give about what it
Was supposed to be to ya they take lame aim
And then fire through social media
Ignore it 'til they fodder
I oughta be at a faction
See, they ain't hold me back y'all
Just look at the main attraction
They fucking haters debating on
Who's the best then
Again I do believe it's easy just to press in
Maybe they poppin' off
Cause they wanna make an impression
The day they meet their maker pray
It may teach them a lesson
They outside looking in tryna peep it
You blew it, I am LeWitt
My serpent's are few and secret
Decided to double diss 'em
Leave 'em in disarray
I'm dwelling in oblivion, dummies
Bullets will ricochet
And by the time you chime
In you're merely a critic
Everybody telling you how to do
It, they never did it, get it?
Hahaha, CES niggas poppin' off