paroles de chanson Erupt - P-Trill feat. David H

Yeah
Ha, yeah
Ah, na-na-na-na
Ayy, shoutout P-Trill, you know the vibes, man
We 'bout to get it, huh, yeah
(Yeah) Volcanoes don't give a fuck, they just erupt, right?
Yeah, Pompeii (Facts)
Ahmad Shabazz, David H

I used to watch "Boondocks" while smokin' on moonrock
David H, and the 'H' for Huey, the cool guy
Keep it cool, nigga, y'all know my tape soon drop
I'm from a place where it ain't really safe, they boom opps
Niggas try to get in my safe, the news drop
Best believe my name ain't Steve, the clues drop
Where I'm from, they ain't rakin' no leaves, the tools drop
Whole bunch of blood on the lawn if the Woos drop
All my niggas on go, you tellin' who "Stop?"
The 'H' for Halloween, I'm tellin' ya boo "Stop"
Boots in the river until the lagoon stop
Feel like the oracle, nigga, until the spoons stop
Call that girl cheddar 'cause she like to boom cocks
So ahead of my time, nigga, I move clocks
Got the skeleton key, nigga, I move locks
Had to put that girl to the left, I move box
Time to the back of the car, I move opps
Turn to slave, nigga, dance on ya grave, I groove opps
Walkin' on this water, my niggas don't do mops
Roll another quarter, my nigga, that Doula
Feel like New Edition, the way the coupe stopped
But I'm on a mission to make the coupe stop
When I blastoff like Flash Mob, the group stop
Shoutout P-Trill, kickin' and pushin' like Lupe, stop, woo!

Damn, bro, I gotta go after all that? Aight
Whole lotta wordplay in that shit, sheesh
Nah, shoutout David H, this that Bronx and Brooklyn work
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, listen, listen

Went from bein' true to size to wonderin', "Who am I?"
Went in Airplane Mode to find myself and who would ride
But I been had that green light, huh, who would vibe?
I don't know, so tune in and hear the hibachi fry
Dangerous, you know the bars dangerous
If you jack my squad wack, you on angel dust
I'm feelin' like the Sun God, so in flames we trust
My anger tucked, time to let the flame erupt
Brrt to brrat
Always on go, I attack
Better wait in line, there ain't nothin' holdin' me back
Yeah, that's my state of mind, real New Yorker holdin' his own
I been ballin'
No 2-3, I stay in my zone
Yeah, I write my songs, tryna right my wrongs
Don't disturb my phone, can't throw me outta my zone
With my old school flows I collect old school souls
Overall, we gonna reset that old school tone
Love all, even if they ain't apart of your team
I know my past dirty, I'm keepin' my raps clean
And havin' sauce wack, that's why I'm headed to the cream
My future ultralight, if you contest, you'll catch a beam
I send the fake to the West, or I leave 'em where they stand
Always supplyin' facts, now the voice in high demand
I'm different from the rest, I'm blessed and they bland
You could hear it in my raps, if it's crap then it's banned
People want cents but make none with the letters
I swear they only in the booth for one thing, the lettuce
If they'd let us, I'd hold it down with weights named 'Precious'
I'm a prince like the one who play the game named tennis
Matter fact, I'm a king, I know my history
Older cats taught me well, other youngins' kiddin' me
You's a dog who is lost, better get a signal, B
You'll be swimmin' with the fishes for tryna belittle me
I keep my head on a swivel, so don't cross that line
Shawty lookin' fine? I'ma toss that wine
If every beat is a ladder, I got bars that climb
You wanna find the trillest one? Well, let me draw that sign
Trill

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Wanna find the trillest one? Well, let me draw that sign, yeah