Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples, Casey Veggies - Hive lyrics
Vince Staples, Vince Staples [Compton, California, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples, Casey Veggies - Hive lyrics]
Promise Heron I'll put my fist up
After I get my dick sucked
Quick buck, maybe a gold chain
With that fuckin' flow that's-s so belittles
Man they tentatively tend to turn and
Go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly fucking with
These niggas – nigga, listen
The description doesn't fit
If not a synonym of menace
Then forget it – in turn
These critics and interns
Admittin' the shit spitted
Just burn like six furnaces
Writ, it affixed
Learnin' them digit's and simultaneously
Dispellin' one-trick-pony myths, isn't he?
One adolescent, fuckin' six-nigga energy
And crawlin' down 'fax like
A rich nigga centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand
Out of cash account
Stamp and shoutin', thrashin'
These niggas done let the kraken out
Crack-a lackin' like snap, crackle
Poppin' your ammo off
Hide your face, and throw
Your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga
'87 rooftop, Bronson
Whippin' hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic
Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock
Vomit up
Subrocin' thud, knockin' niggas teeth-loose
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
– rollin' with that flow swamp
Catch me over stove top –
Rappin' to that coke rock
Passionless in old Jive clothin'
With them doors wide open
Dim the floor lights, focused like
It's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch
From a city that's recession-hit
Stress niggas could flex metal with
Peddle to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments
Tryin' to stay Jekyll-ish
But most niggas Hyde
And Brenda just stay pregnant
Breakin' News: Death's less important
When the Lakers lose
It's lead in that baby food
Heads try to make it through
Fish-netted legs for them eyes
That she cater to
Ride dirty as the fuckin' sky
That you prayin' to
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
God spit it like it's truth serum
In that beer and then
Blow – disappear again, reappear bearded
On top of a Lear
Steerin' it into the kid's ear again
Provider of the backdrop music
For the crack rock user and the mascot, Earl
Rawer than a skinned knee cap on a blacktop
Salivary glands
Lighter fluid for the matchbox
Strikin' – wait, wait
Who the fuck you badder than? Boy, oh boy
I'm bad as burnt – pollo
Off the grill and shit
Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble
Rickrollin'
Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower
Plus I pillage shit
'87 rooftop, Bronson
Whippin' hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic
Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock
Vomit up
Subrocin' thud, knockin' niggas teeth-loose
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
– rollin' with that flow swamp
Catch me over stove top –
Rappin' to that coke rock
Passionless in old Jive clothin'
With them doors wide open
Dim the floor lights, focused like
It's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch
Quit with all that tough talk
Bro, we know you niggas ain't about shit
Come around, we gun 'em down
Bodies piled, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfit's, weapons concealed
I'm ready to kill – so test it
All my weapons is real sellin' thizz
Couldn't tell 'em what the recipe is
Got 'em wishin' that they never
Gave these weapons to kids
Cheers, send chills up spines of fat bitches
After shows throwin' out sandwiches
Niggas get it how they live
And I live for money
Other words, I'm gettin' money
Lil Boy told me when it's time to ride
They'll send up for me
Ain't nobody scarin' me
Niggas ain't prepared for heat
Tools hit like pool sticks
The way I cue shit if this was '88
I would have signed to Ruthless
'94, would've had 'em walkin' down death row
First is when the best go
Hate is what the rest do
Voice inside my head told me
"Wet 'em if they test you"
So it's Raging Waters season
That yomper big as Larry Johnson
Leave your momma seedless
Everybody hard until it's only
God they seein'
Kitten soft but in they songs
Be trappin' hard as Jeezy
I don't believe it, but to each his own
I ain't trippin' long as I
Can reach the chrome
Heat your home like Southern California Gas
Police pass tell 'em "Free Smalls
" off Palm with the heat drawn
Strapped up long as the chief of police armed
Raised where the beasts are
North of the Beach
A couple streets past Baby J
Bony niggas sprayin' K's
Ruger with the pork face
Jewish for the court case
Here to save you niggas from the sorbet
Coldchain
Like it's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch
After I get my dick sucked
Quick buck, maybe a gold chain
With that fuckin' flow that's-s so belittles
Man they tentatively tend to turn and
Go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly fucking with
These niggas – nigga, listen
The description doesn't fit
If not a synonym of menace
Then forget it – in turn
These critics and interns
Admittin' the shit spitted
Just burn like six furnaces
Writ, it affixed
Learnin' them digit's and simultaneously
Dispellin' one-trick-pony myths, isn't he?
One adolescent, fuckin' six-nigga energy
And crawlin' down 'fax like
A rich nigga centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand
Out of cash account
Stamp and shoutin', thrashin'
These niggas done let the kraken out
Crack-a lackin' like snap, crackle
Poppin' your ammo off
Hide your face, and throw
Your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga
'87 rooftop, Bronson
Whippin' hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic
Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock
Vomit up
Subrocin' thud, knockin' niggas teeth-loose
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
– rollin' with that flow swamp
Catch me over stove top –
Rappin' to that coke rock
Passionless in old Jive clothin'
With them doors wide open
Dim the floor lights, focused like
It's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch
From a city that's recession-hit
Stress niggas could flex metal with
Peddle to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments
Tryin' to stay Jekyll-ish
But most niggas Hyde
And Brenda just stay pregnant
Breakin' News: Death's less important
When the Lakers lose
It's lead in that baby food
Heads try to make it through
Fish-netted legs for them eyes
That she cater to
Ride dirty as the fuckin' sky
That you prayin' to
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
God spit it like it's truth serum
In that beer and then
Blow – disappear again, reappear bearded
On top of a Lear
Steerin' it into the kid's ear again
Provider of the backdrop music
For the crack rock user and the mascot, Earl
Rawer than a skinned knee cap on a blacktop
Salivary glands
Lighter fluid for the matchbox
Strikin' – wait, wait
Who the fuck you badder than? Boy, oh boy
I'm bad as burnt – pollo
Off the grill and shit
Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble
Rickrollin'
Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower
Plus I pillage shit
'87 rooftop, Bronson
Whippin' hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic
Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock
Vomit up
Subrocin' thud, knockin' niggas teeth-loose
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
– rollin' with that flow swamp
Catch me over stove top –
Rappin' to that coke rock
Passionless in old Jive clothin'
With them doors wide open
Dim the floor lights, focused like
It's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch
Quit with all that tough talk
Bro, we know you niggas ain't about shit
Come around, we gun 'em down
Bodies piled, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfit's, weapons concealed
I'm ready to kill – so test it
All my weapons is real sellin' thizz
Couldn't tell 'em what the recipe is
Got 'em wishin' that they never
Gave these weapons to kids
Cheers, send chills up spines of fat bitches
After shows throwin' out sandwiches
Niggas get it how they live
And I live for money
Other words, I'm gettin' money
Lil Boy told me when it's time to ride
They'll send up for me
Ain't nobody scarin' me
Niggas ain't prepared for heat
Tools hit like pool sticks
The way I cue shit if this was '88
I would have signed to Ruthless
'94, would've had 'em walkin' down death row
First is when the best go
Hate is what the rest do
Voice inside my head told me
"Wet 'em if they test you"
So it's Raging Waters season
That yomper big as Larry Johnson
Leave your momma seedless
Everybody hard until it's only
God they seein'
Kitten soft but in they songs
Be trappin' hard as Jeezy
I don't believe it, but to each his own
I ain't trippin' long as I
Can reach the chrome
Heat your home like Southern California Gas
Police pass tell 'em "Free Smalls
" off Palm with the heat drawn
Strapped up long as the chief of police armed
Raised where the beasts are
North of the Beach
A couple streets past Baby J
Bony niggas sprayin' K's
Ruger with the pork face
Jewish for the court case
Here to save you niggas from the sorbet
Coldchain
Like it's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch