PXWER, Guilherme Cruz, Raceway K - 1Take lyrics
[PXWER, Guilherme Cruz, Raceway K - 1Take lyrics]
The rap monster with no sponsor
My flows conquer all of New York
My flow's bonkers
South made, I'm truly a beast
And you could peep by the way
I spit that shit ain't sweet (How)
Nobody near me man, they all beneath
I'm sorry mom, I'm selling dimes
Man I gotta eat (I'm hungry)
As I get my feet wet
Now I'm dishin them eighths
And you would think it's easy how
I flip em like K (Turn me up, hear the tape)
And you can't relate
To the times I was home with
Just rice on my plate (Damn)
As I say it's, a blessing or a lesson
And screw diamonds with the cuts
I think I got detention (Shhhh)
Not to mention that my attention goes
To the boards with extensions
Presenter, rapping, as I get in my bag
Honey's all on me nigga pardon my swag
(As I dash) and excuse my French
Cause, I was balling all season while
You still on the bench (Damn)
Raps like a battlefield, I sit in my trench
I'm not gon' lie and say I
Shoot but I play my defence
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
"Slap that nigga" "Let me do it together"
"Yo K and $ha what's poppin?" "It's Gordo"
"Three hunnid black men, rest in
Peace, soul to soul, it's soul to soul"
"Uh, huh let's get it uh huh"
My pops got locked so you know
I had to man up
You know what I did? I called the
Plug and I picked some grams up
Yo 12-12, skinnies had my fucking hands numb
My first day in the trap
I pulled up with a handgun
(Don't play with me)
I had my mind on my money
Ready to blam something fact tho
If you try front we come
Through the back door
Rusty 44, Lord knows I tear off his back, yo
(BOOM) kick back
Roll up some sour and then we laugh about it
(Where the woods at?)
I ain't even mention I had the
Bro wrapped in plastic round him
Dump him off at the lake and I
Bet you that nobody found him
So don't play with the bread nigga
Or you're for this lead nigga
I put a bullet all in ya head nigga
(Bahp, Bahp)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
The smooth spitter, your boo's side nigga
(I am)
I never fed a ex but they know I deliver
(Right)
Got the 40, I drink until the stick up
Roll a couple deemo's
Quick cipher with my niggas
Shout out to my people's
Father to the chickens (That's right)
Rap is in the genes and
I'm true to this religion
Spit the ghetto gospel
Killing beats I got to (I got to)
This slow beat so nasty
Something like a brothel (Eww)
Twist the gas with my fingers chief
Till I'm in a daze
Sour for the euphoric state
Don't really like the haze
Mayweather with this heat
Watch your speakers blaze (Huh)
They my dune when I son em
Know you been amazed
You lying if you think I'm weak
You could catch this fade, bro
I'm giving out shade
Bucks when you see the blade (On the face)
These niggas ain't got the juice
They just minute made
They throwing hella shade in my
Light like a cloudy day
On the corner blocks, brother's playing CeeLo
I'm taking all that chicken
Cause you niggas know my Steelo
Dollar sign and forget the H-A
Brothers don't test me cause they
Know I'm bout the melee
I'm out for dead presidents
Staten be my residence i'm next in line
So who you think that you better than?
(Right) can't match the penmanship
Verses? They be celibate
Not to be fucked with
So you to write some better shit
And I can't wait, to get it on jeez
My flows conquer all of New York
My flow's bonkers
South made, I'm truly a beast
And you could peep by the way
I spit that shit ain't sweet (How)
Nobody near me man, they all beneath
I'm sorry mom, I'm selling dimes
Man I gotta eat (I'm hungry)
As I get my feet wet
Now I'm dishin them eighths
And you would think it's easy how
I flip em like K (Turn me up, hear the tape)
And you can't relate
To the times I was home with
Just rice on my plate (Damn)
As I say it's, a blessing or a lesson
And screw diamonds with the cuts
I think I got detention (Shhhh)
Not to mention that my attention goes
To the boards with extensions
Presenter, rapping, as I get in my bag
Honey's all on me nigga pardon my swag
(As I dash) and excuse my French
Cause, I was balling all season while
You still on the bench (Damn)
Raps like a battlefield, I sit in my trench
I'm not gon' lie and say I
Shoot but I play my defence
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
"Slap that nigga" "Let me do it together"
"Yo K and $ha what's poppin?" "It's Gordo"
"Three hunnid black men, rest in
Peace, soul to soul, it's soul to soul"
"Uh, huh let's get it uh huh"
My pops got locked so you know
I had to man up
You know what I did? I called the
Plug and I picked some grams up
Yo 12-12, skinnies had my fucking hands numb
My first day in the trap
I pulled up with a handgun
(Don't play with me)
I had my mind on my money
Ready to blam something fact tho
If you try front we come
Through the back door
Rusty 44, Lord knows I tear off his back, yo
(BOOM) kick back
Roll up some sour and then we laugh about it
(Where the woods at?)
I ain't even mention I had the
Bro wrapped in plastic round him
Dump him off at the lake and I
Bet you that nobody found him
So don't play with the bread nigga
Or you're for this lead nigga
I put a bullet all in ya head nigga
(Bahp, Bahp)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on
(Check it out, y'all)
I can't wait to get it on
(You don't stop, keep on)
The smooth spitter, your boo's side nigga
(I am)
I never fed a ex but they know I deliver
(Right)
Got the 40, I drink until the stick up
Roll a couple deemo's
Quick cipher with my niggas
Shout out to my people's
Father to the chickens (That's right)
Rap is in the genes and
I'm true to this religion
Spit the ghetto gospel
Killing beats I got to (I got to)
This slow beat so nasty
Something like a brothel (Eww)
Twist the gas with my fingers chief
Till I'm in a daze
Sour for the euphoric state
Don't really like the haze
Mayweather with this heat
Watch your speakers blaze (Huh)
They my dune when I son em
Know you been amazed
You lying if you think I'm weak
You could catch this fade, bro
I'm giving out shade
Bucks when you see the blade (On the face)
These niggas ain't got the juice
They just minute made
They throwing hella shade in my
Light like a cloudy day
On the corner blocks, brother's playing CeeLo
I'm taking all that chicken
Cause you niggas know my Steelo
Dollar sign and forget the H-A
Brothers don't test me cause they
Know I'm bout the melee
I'm out for dead presidents
Staten be my residence i'm next in line
So who you think that you better than?
(Right) can't match the penmanship
Verses? They be celibate
Not to be fucked with
So you to write some better shit
And I can't wait, to get it on jeez