paroles de chanson VS (feat. Drip$tick) - ColaKong

Yeah
I like this one bro
Check it
Yeah, look

Come around, turn to a diet cuz I'mma cut 'em down
Another sound, he rendered silent by hunnid rounds
You really dying, I pilot pirates and plunder towns
My title timeless, you bugging, I get to crushing clowns
Yeah, and look at Sanji, he ugly
Six pack to his stomach, then all you hear is percussion
I got these swords on my hip, I get his confidence, crush it
And if you talk on the clan then I turn his mans into nothing
Gang

Damn, I didn't realize we were spilling guts
Better get to kicking it up, I spin and grill a grunt
Part-timing the grind, I'm stacking platters, filling cups
Keep my hands clean, the fit drips, and I live it up
Yeah, see and Zoro, he ain't in the cut
Head hollow, domed with a thick skull, like kettle drums
I'm packing tactics, I'm strapped with a keen brain
He relies on three blades, I only need these legs

But you know I carry teams like I had the wheel
Talking bout the legs, I get to kicking when I'm packing steel

Leave ya sick from the Black Leg, show you how the cattle feel
You can't win if you get lost just tryna find the battlefield

Look, I may get lost, but I ain't losing
I slide with the haki, don't need a stick but I tell em cool it
Really we don't need you in the squad, don't need recruitments
Hair game trash, all my swag been deeply rooted you really stupid

Zoro tryna talk hair game? Best place your bets
Mosshead 'boutta get Vinsmoked like my cigarettes
Spit it so fire that all you see is the silhouette
End up with a foot in your mouth, aye, that's word to Zeff

Bounty hunter, know your team'll get destroyed
Put some green up on his head and now he looking like the boy, huh
I'm too fye with the sword, but I ain't Roy
Metal sharper than scissors, for the paper i get my Matoi, check it
I carry tracks, then carry buildings, like what you feeling
Ill with the writtens and all I'm spitting is penicillin
And Sanji tripping, he say he whipping but who been winning?
I put the shells to you chickens and Zoro never missing

Aye, Roranoa not knowing nothing about my piles
I'm making paper like wanted posters, just count the flyers
Raid suit drip, I'm bustin' Berries with clout and style
You must be tripping dogg, I even got a bounty higher
Class act, cool and collected, I cook with steady hands
Got Marines panicked and turning tail, they saying prayers
Shawtys swoon soon as they see my stance, that's crazy, damn
Plus I be a ladies man, Zoro, he's just lazy, man

Aye, I ain't lazy, I'm laying back like his broad do
She giving me top, I'm the talk of town of the top two

Reservation only, I don't really fuck with y'all goons
Leave a fucker all bruised, looks like I found All Blue

Stepping to me, I'm big broing this blonde bitch
Bringing up some bruises, I'm leaving Sanji unconscious
Homie really joking for poking me on some con shit
Cut him down to sushi when I'm pulling out the chopsticks

Black Leg, black kicks, black air forces
Cashing fat checks, that shit's how I floor it, yuh
Cracking skulls like tableware is just my warm-up
When I serve a beating, best believe that shit's three courses, check it

Aye!

Aye aye!

Gang

Think we done made our point, let's kick it
For real

Zoro and Sanji, bitch