Sxmpra, ISVVC - Just Another Rap Song lyrics
[Sxmpra, ISVVC - Just Another Rap Song lyrics]
Imma kill shit. Spit with the sickness
Young mothafucka bringin' heat, Dollar bills on my wish list
Long live biggie imma never miss Christmas
Creepin' up out the tomb I leave a witness suspicious
Like hold up, I get buck
Used to have a stutter now I never give a fuck
Comin' up out the gutter now I'm boutta double up
Never let my mother suffer we gon get the fuck out the rut
You'll never hold me, hear the sirens and the police
Nikes on my feet. Deep. On a soul seek
Thinkin' about the times I refused to see. In 3D
Now I'm seein' everythang how it should be (Uh)
On the microphone. I'm at home
Rippin' and trippin' up on the flows
Till my eyes glow. Ya go slow
Boy tell me what cha know
Shout out JGRXXN Schema the posse stayin' on the go bitch
Keep the same face even when the wind change
Lame mothafuckas gotta stay where I designate
They resonate, with the lines I create. Elevate. To a state. Of revelation and regenerate
This ya fate. Rhymes clean like Colgate
I be rippin' it quick leave ya jaw dropped no way like okay
Sxmpra got the plays
Now riddle me this mothafucka where the fuck is my pay
Spin ya head seven twenty like a damn bey blade
Pull my damn card in five parts that's an end game
Imma keep it goin blowin' up like grenade
Sippin liquor from my cup like it's mothafuckin lemonade. (Uh)
And I just can't stop. I'll drop heat till I pop. This a 24/7 shop. Send shots. Like a Mac 10. Back when. I could give a fuck. Bout a never really has been
Roll round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin that sound, chase clout, what they all bout
I don't have time for the precious games. Boutta pop off so remember the name
Roll round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin that sound, chase clout, what they all bout
I don't talk when there's nothin' to gain. We ain't the same bitch stay in ya lane
Kick dust. Let em bust slugs like teddy
Tell a mothafucka come and get it when ya ready
I'm a stone cold villain, next to Willem sittin' steady
See me in ya dreams and legs spaghetti. I'm betting
Half the scene still wetting they bedding they getting petty forgetting I'm getting ready for endings so gimme vicky pedretti and I'll be letting ya get me or I'll be wrecking the setting itll be ya head that I'm blending bitch. (Uh)
What's that in my backpack
You don't really wanna see me get that
Playin' on ya girl like a tech deck
Pussy mothafucka better step back. (mmm)
Better step the fuck back
Dogs steady barking and they ready for attack
I don't give a fuck pussy send whos next
Schema the posse mothafucka coming straight for ya neck
Roll round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin that sound, chase clout, what they all bout
I don't have time for the precious games. Boutta pop off so remember the name
Roll round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin that sound, chase clout, what they all bout
I don't talk when there's nothin' to gain. We ain't the same bitch stay in ya lane
Young mothafucka bringin' heat, Dollar bills on my wish list
Long live biggie imma never miss Christmas
Creepin' up out the tomb I leave a witness suspicious
Like hold up, I get buck
Used to have a stutter now I never give a fuck
Comin' up out the gutter now I'm boutta double up
Never let my mother suffer we gon get the fuck out the rut
You'll never hold me, hear the sirens and the police
Nikes on my feet. Deep. On a soul seek
Thinkin' about the times I refused to see. In 3D
Now I'm seein' everythang how it should be (Uh)
On the microphone. I'm at home
Rippin' and trippin' up on the flows
Till my eyes glow. Ya go slow
Boy tell me what cha know
Shout out JGRXXN Schema the posse stayin' on the go bitch
Keep the same face even when the wind change
Lame mothafuckas gotta stay where I designate
They resonate, with the lines I create. Elevate. To a state. Of revelation and regenerate
This ya fate. Rhymes clean like Colgate
I be rippin' it quick leave ya jaw dropped no way like okay
Sxmpra got the plays
Now riddle me this mothafucka where the fuck is my pay
Spin ya head seven twenty like a damn bey blade
Pull my damn card in five parts that's an end game
Imma keep it goin blowin' up like grenade
Sippin liquor from my cup like it's mothafuckin lemonade. (Uh)
And I just can't stop. I'll drop heat till I pop. This a 24/7 shop. Send shots. Like a Mac 10. Back when. I could give a fuck. Bout a never really has been
Roll round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin that sound, chase clout, what they all bout
I don't have time for the precious games. Boutta pop off so remember the name
Roll round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin that sound, chase clout, what they all bout
I don't talk when there's nothin' to gain. We ain't the same bitch stay in ya lane
Kick dust. Let em bust slugs like teddy
Tell a mothafucka come and get it when ya ready
I'm a stone cold villain, next to Willem sittin' steady
See me in ya dreams and legs spaghetti. I'm betting
Half the scene still wetting they bedding they getting petty forgetting I'm getting ready for endings so gimme vicky pedretti and I'll be letting ya get me or I'll be wrecking the setting itll be ya head that I'm blending bitch. (Uh)
What's that in my backpack
You don't really wanna see me get that
Playin' on ya girl like a tech deck
Pussy mothafucka better step back. (mmm)
Better step the fuck back
Dogs steady barking and they ready for attack
I don't give a fuck pussy send whos next
Schema the posse mothafucka coming straight for ya neck
Roll round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin that sound, chase clout, what they all bout
I don't have time for the precious games. Boutta pop off so remember the name
Roll round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin that sound, chase clout, what they all bout
I don't talk when there's nothin' to gain. We ain't the same bitch stay in ya lane