DVRST - Stick This Tone текст песни

Текст песни Stick This Tone - DVRST




"Hello, hello"
"Man, Pat what's up, man"
"What's up, nigga"
"Man these niggas done came up
In the motherfuckin' crib and got me for my shit, dawg"
"Yeah, man, uhhh (DVRST) What if I told you, I was that nigga"
"Man, quit playin' doe, for real doe, man!"
"No, you ain't hearin' me dawg, I got yo' motherfuckin' shit, nigga
The fuck you gone do about it?"
"Fuck you nigga, I'll see you, boy!"
See I could hit-a hit-a stick-a stick-a get a nigga fast
I'm kickin' in some doors, I'm puttin' a nigga on his ass
And if he talkin' trash, I put him in a bag
A body-fuckin'-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask
I stick-a stick-and move, I body-body bruise
I break the fuckin' law and I ain't playin' with you fools
You gotta attitude, now watch me, use my tool
I lock and fuckin' load and let that motherfucker loose
(Blaow)
I know this nigga, who got punked out after every class
He was a bitch in school and now, he tote a gun and badge
Put on a uniform and now he think, he super bad
Man, fuck your vest, you still get laid to rest, under the grass
I do not give a fuck because you are a officer
I put you in your coffin, sir, you fuckin' with a slaughterer
Some police don't serve protective
They bangin' pussy in projects
Some niggas pay him off, to sell they dope around his set
Boom nigga, oh nigga, fuck with ya boy
Knowin' good and well, I grew up with ya boy
You's a on nigga, on nigga, don't try to flauge
You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge
You's a on nigga, on nigga, fuck with ya boy
Knowin' good and well, I grew up with ya boy
You's a on nigga, on nigga, don't try to flauge
You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge
Laws, Glock in draws, whip it out and take a taste
You can smell my fuckin' nuts, while this tone is in yo' face
Shove the barrel down your throat
Inhale bullets like some smoke
I'ma leave you bitches dead, cut a sunroof in your head
You get stomped in yo' mug, when I shoot, then I peel out
Right before that happen, I'ma tear yo' fuckin' grill out
Beat you bitches down, 'til you covered in your own blood
Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no fuckin' love
And one of y'all niggas wanna get some, I got some
Blow they fuckin' ass off, double barrel shotgun
Don't be comin' my way, bodys stank like moth-balls
Swing a iron bat to yo' head like a golf ball
Ride up on yo' ass, then I let the luger sweep
I'm the judge and the jury, when I see you in the street
It's da Project nigga roll, ready man, to kill a ho
Put the thang to you head squeeze the trigger, let it blow
Boom nigga, oh nigga, fuck with ya boy
Knowin' good and well, I grew up with ya boy
You's a on nigga, on nigga, don't try to flauge
You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge



Авторы: Valerii Zaitsev



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