Gorilla Twins - PAY HOMAGE lyrics
[Gorilla Twins - PAY HOMAGE lyrics]
We been outside before you
Knew what outside was pay Homage
Fuck a deal homie, I sign myself
Drop merch every week that I designed myself
Hit the streets and grind by myself
You a fuckin’ homo
Thug with a rhinestone belt fuck outta here
Loaded 9, cold shells in the gun, pull it
Splatter two of your shooters with one bullet
Pop the
(glizzy) shots spinnin’ at you like a Frisbee
Demons with Deagles drop 60
Leave your peoples crispy
Buck-50, your favorite rapper can’t
Fuck with me
Have them screamin’ for peace like
They a fuckin’ hippie
Medusa Head where my dick be
Real niggas faces tatted on my wrist piece
TakeOver and Ricky
Marcy, Jay Hova teach you how to rob like 50
Same way Diddy robbed Biggie, God forgive me
Taught you how to break a brick into grams
With a stick in each hand like Yosemite Sam
Your bitch might be a man (damn bro)
What are you doin’ with your life, dickhead?
Now I done spent time in the penhouse
And time in the box
Razorblade under my tongue
I can run with the ahks ox
I walk around town tryin’ to find me a opp
Movin’ through the city
(dolo) on the grimiest blocks
Only way through this hellhole
Is through hellfire hell if I, Death Rider
Collides and spreads viral block Apocalypse
Poppin’ Cris and chopper sticks
Rockin (buffle?) kicks I’m outta here like a rocket-ship
Fuck you talkin’ to? Watch your
Lips ‘fore I rock it, bitch
Been outside all day, movin’ rock and piff
Xanies and Percs, your man’ll get merc’d
Rock a Jesus piece but never been
A fan of the church
Fuck outta here with that shit
Have you question whether or not God exists
(yeah) only fuckin’ with you young Blood
God is this
If the eyes are the windows to the soul
Then the barrel of my shotty’s
Like a window into hell
That's deeper than your bitch pussy
Stupid, urgh
Knew what outside was pay Homage
Fuck a deal homie, I sign myself
Drop merch every week that I designed myself
Hit the streets and grind by myself
You a fuckin’ homo
Thug with a rhinestone belt fuck outta here
Loaded 9, cold shells in the gun, pull it
Splatter two of your shooters with one bullet
Pop the
(glizzy) shots spinnin’ at you like a Frisbee
Demons with Deagles drop 60
Leave your peoples crispy
Buck-50, your favorite rapper can’t
Fuck with me
Have them screamin’ for peace like
They a fuckin’ hippie
Medusa Head where my dick be
Real niggas faces tatted on my wrist piece
TakeOver and Ricky
Marcy, Jay Hova teach you how to rob like 50
Same way Diddy robbed Biggie, God forgive me
Taught you how to break a brick into grams
With a stick in each hand like Yosemite Sam
Your bitch might be a man (damn bro)
What are you doin’ with your life, dickhead?
Now I done spent time in the penhouse
And time in the box
Razorblade under my tongue
I can run with the ahks ox
I walk around town tryin’ to find me a opp
Movin’ through the city
(dolo) on the grimiest blocks
Only way through this hellhole
Is through hellfire hell if I, Death Rider
Collides and spreads viral block Apocalypse
Poppin’ Cris and chopper sticks
Rockin (buffle?) kicks I’m outta here like a rocket-ship
Fuck you talkin’ to? Watch your
Lips ‘fore I rock it, bitch
Been outside all day, movin’ rock and piff
Xanies and Percs, your man’ll get merc’d
Rock a Jesus piece but never been
A fan of the church
Fuck outta here with that shit
Have you question whether or not God exists
(yeah) only fuckin’ with you young Blood
God is this
If the eyes are the windows to the soul
Then the barrel of my shotty’s
Like a window into hell
That's deeper than your bitch pussy
Stupid, urgh