Mook TBG - In The Matrix lyrics
[Mook TBG - In The Matrix lyrics]
Skrtt, skrtt, skrrt skrtt, skrtt
Yeah give me a second
Yeah panoramic
Yeah
Hop in the whip and I'm faded
Whip so fast, think a nigga in the matrix
(Skrtt, skrtt) nigga, we came from the block
Straight from the box (yeah)
We in the crib is vacant (We gone)
All this gas in my lungs, all these guns
Just a nigga tryna make it (Grrt)
I really be with the slimes
You ain't my kind stop with the fakin'
We be creepin' through the projects
Run up big bands, not enough yet (yeah)
Got these lil' niggas upset
When the tape drop, give 'em more strеss
(Uh, uh)
I just keep on getting more blessеd (Uh, uh)
Got the Gucci Prada, I ain't wore yet (yeah)
I be fuckin' up a big check
On a big jet with the door shut (Let's go)
They still ain't put me on the Forbes yet
Roof panoramic, make a toast to that
(We gone)
He get shot he get close to that (Grrt)
AK 40, with the drum attached (Blah)
Spin the Benz, where he posted at?
Nigga want clout, we tired of that
(We tired of that)
She let me hit with no strings attached
(With no strings attached)
Coupe all black, paid for cash for that
(Paid for cash for that, woah) skrtt, Skrtt
Skrrt, skrrt skrrt, skrrt (Woah)
He wanna fight, we blast his ass (yeah)
Nigga just mad, I passed his ass
Same nigga, they was laughing at (Woah)
Act like we homies his actin' ass
We got the dope we tax his ass (Damn)
I'ma still be here after that
We go broke we back to that yeah
Come here nigga we go broke we back to that
Gun go, "Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt"
Nigga keep tryin' to remember my raps
(Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Me runnin' out of this money that's cap
I got a pocket of 100s in blues
(Skrtt, skrtt)
King of my city put me on the news
I run to the bag ain't tryna be cool
(Skrtt, skrtt)
Hop in the whip and I'm faded
Whip so fast, think a nigga in the matrix
(Skrtt, skrtt) nigga, we came from the block
Straight from the box
We in the crib is vacant (It's gone)
All this gas in my lungs, all these guns
Just a nigga tryna make it
I really be with the slimes
You ain't my kind
Stop with the fakin' (Goddamn)
Skrtt, skrtt skrtt, skrtt
Skrtt, skrtt (yeah) skr-Skrtt, Skrtt
Skrtt, Skrtt skrtt, skrtt (yeah)
He he wanna fight, we blast his ass
Nigga just mad, I passed his ass
Same nigga, they was laughing at
Act like we homies, his actin' ass
We got the dope, we tax his ass
I'ma still be here after that
We go broke, we back to that yeah (yeah)
Skrtt, skrtt skrtt, skrtt
Skrtt, skrtt (yeah) skr-Skrtt, Skrtt
Skrtt, Skrtt skrtt, skrtt (yeah)
Skrtt, skrtt
Yeah give me a second
Yeah panoramic
Yeah
Hop in the whip and I'm faded
Whip so fast, think a nigga in the matrix
(Skrtt, skrtt) nigga, we came from the block
Straight from the box (yeah)
We in the crib is vacant (We gone)
All this gas in my lungs, all these guns
Just a nigga tryna make it (Grrt)
I really be with the slimes
You ain't my kind stop with the fakin'
We be creepin' through the projects
Run up big bands, not enough yet (yeah)
Got these lil' niggas upset
When the tape drop, give 'em more strеss
(Uh, uh)
I just keep on getting more blessеd (Uh, uh)
Got the Gucci Prada, I ain't wore yet (yeah)
I be fuckin' up a big check
On a big jet with the door shut (Let's go)
They still ain't put me on the Forbes yet
Roof panoramic, make a toast to that
(We gone)
He get shot he get close to that (Grrt)
AK 40, with the drum attached (Blah)
Spin the Benz, where he posted at?
Nigga want clout, we tired of that
(We tired of that)
She let me hit with no strings attached
(With no strings attached)
Coupe all black, paid for cash for that
(Paid for cash for that, woah) skrtt, Skrtt
Skrrt, skrrt skrrt, skrrt (Woah)
He wanna fight, we blast his ass (yeah)
Nigga just mad, I passed his ass
Same nigga, they was laughing at (Woah)
Act like we homies his actin' ass
We got the dope we tax his ass (Damn)
I'ma still be here after that
We go broke we back to that yeah
Come here nigga we go broke we back to that
Gun go, "Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt"
Nigga keep tryin' to remember my raps
(Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Me runnin' out of this money that's cap
I got a pocket of 100s in blues
(Skrtt, skrtt)
King of my city put me on the news
I run to the bag ain't tryna be cool
(Skrtt, skrtt)
Hop in the whip and I'm faded
Whip so fast, think a nigga in the matrix
(Skrtt, skrtt) nigga, we came from the block
Straight from the box
We in the crib is vacant (It's gone)
All this gas in my lungs, all these guns
Just a nigga tryna make it
I really be with the slimes
You ain't my kind
Stop with the fakin' (Goddamn)
Skrtt, skrtt skrtt, skrtt
Skrtt, skrtt (yeah) skr-Skrtt, Skrtt
Skrtt, Skrtt skrtt, skrtt (yeah)
He he wanna fight, we blast his ass
Nigga just mad, I passed his ass
Same nigga, they was laughing at
Act like we homies, his actin' ass
We got the dope, we tax his ass
I'ma still be here after that
We go broke, we back to that yeah (yeah)
Skrtt, skrtt skrtt, skrtt
Skrtt, skrtt (yeah) skr-Skrtt, Skrtt
Skrtt, Skrtt skrtt, skrtt (yeah)
Skrtt, skrtt