Mr. Sisco, Kold-Blooded, GHOSTEMANE - Vest Up lyrics
[Mr. Sisco, Kold-Blooded, GHOSTEMANE - Vest Up lyrics]
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
I smoke herb all day, fuck what a hater say
Washed up ass rappers always talking
About that gun play
You can't even hang against
This verbal apocalypse
Always causing online drama
Still they music sound like shit
I got money on it
Smoking blunts forever got twenty on it
Fuck a dub, i smoke way more bud then
Your ass could afford
And rip 'em up, actually, fuck a Ripp
Bitch, I will stick 'em up, I'm blasphemous
Having all these snitches wanna give it up
Schema the posse, I'll burn up yo body
My words are more deadly than
All of you wannabes
All put together, you're better off dead
Keep talking shit and I'll go for your head
End a motherfucker's life for
Thinkin' that he hard
Now you dealing with the schemas
When you fuckin' wit da gawd
When I ride I glide, wit a sword on my side
Whether day or the night
You don't wanna collide, motherfucker
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
Skinny young kid with them big buck teeth
And the mop on top sitting on chrome d's
Had a nine-mili, never seen a precinct
So I keep a twenty two on me
But I'm quick to hit a
Motherfucker with a bat
Talk back, get slapped to the ground, on me
I recall a time when I had
Less hate in my heart
Before these fucking hypebeasts
I'm starting shit but best believe I
Finish it without a trace
Bury you up in your yard next to
Your cat that died in second grade
Death to all the jit's that don't got
Shit but judge like Judy Sheindlin
I'ma fall asleep tonight to Superjail
Looking at the ceiling
I'm living what you rap about
Shoutout to Juicy J
Keep on giving bitches shopping money
Till they give you brain
Me? I don't give a damn, kid
But I got no hoe, better get your shit
Schema that clique
Don't fuck with a bitch that ain't
Up on they hustle tip, uh
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
Niggas be hating but I just
Be waiting for niggas
To pop off with all of they shit
Run with the clique and we bobbin' so thick
And we up in your track
And we moving that bitch
Run with the posse and Ghoste
So they coming to kill
And we leaving them up in the smoke
I be the Jesus that's
Black, killing them all
Leaving them comatose
Lyrical I'm dropping these niggas
They flopping and reaching for views
I'm done with they shit so it's up to you
Please tell me what you wanna do
I'm the king of the funky, bitch
I been dropping funky hit's
Live to a little, bitch
Fucking niggas that fucking snitch
Leaving niggas with fucking stitches
I'm digging em fucking ditches
I'm playing with crucifixes
I'm cursing all in my vision
My mind is so fucking twisted
But I'm just a-fucking-dicted
I been getting fucking lifted, that
Herb got me seeing spirit's, shit
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
I smoke herb all day, fuck what a hater say
Washed up ass rappers always talking
About that gun play
You can't even hang against
This verbal apocalypse
Always causing online drama
Still they music sound like shit
I got money on it
Smoking blunts forever got twenty on it
Fuck a dub, i smoke way more bud then
Your ass could afford
And rip 'em up, actually, fuck a Ripp
Bitch, I will stick 'em up, I'm blasphemous
Having all these snitches wanna give it up
Schema the posse, I'll burn up yo body
My words are more deadly than
All of you wannabes
All put together, you're better off dead
Keep talking shit and I'll go for your head
End a motherfucker's life for
Thinkin' that he hard
Now you dealing with the schemas
When you fuckin' wit da gawd
When I ride I glide, wit a sword on my side
Whether day or the night
You don't wanna collide, motherfucker
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
Skinny young kid with them big buck teeth
And the mop on top sitting on chrome d's
Had a nine-mili, never seen a precinct
So I keep a twenty two on me
But I'm quick to hit a
Motherfucker with a bat
Talk back, get slapped to the ground, on me
I recall a time when I had
Less hate in my heart
Before these fucking hypebeasts
I'm starting shit but best believe I
Finish it without a trace
Bury you up in your yard next to
Your cat that died in second grade
Death to all the jit's that don't got
Shit but judge like Judy Sheindlin
I'ma fall asleep tonight to Superjail
Looking at the ceiling
I'm living what you rap about
Shoutout to Juicy J
Keep on giving bitches shopping money
Till they give you brain
Me? I don't give a damn, kid
But I got no hoe, better get your shit
Schema that clique
Don't fuck with a bitch that ain't
Up on they hustle tip, uh
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
Niggas be hating but I just
Be waiting for niggas
To pop off with all of they shit
Run with the clique and we bobbin' so thick
And we up in your track
And we moving that bitch
Run with the posse and Ghoste
So they coming to kill
And we leaving them up in the smoke
I be the Jesus that's
Black, killing them all
Leaving them comatose
Lyrical I'm dropping these niggas
They flopping and reaching for views
I'm done with they shit so it's up to you
Please tell me what you wanna do
I'm the king of the funky, bitch
I been dropping funky hit's
Live to a little, bitch
Fucking niggas that fucking snitch
Leaving niggas with fucking stitches
I'm digging em fucking ditches
I'm playing with crucifixes
I'm cursing all in my vision
My mind is so fucking twisted
But I'm just a-fucking-dicted
I been getting fucking lifted, that
Herb got me seeing spirit's, shit
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better
Put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets
My nigga fess up