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mr. sisco - vest up lyrics
hook
you wanna test us?
you better put your vest up
it’s lots of hatred in the streets
my n-gg- fess up
you wanna test us?
you better put your vest up
it’s lots of hatred in the streets
my n-gg- fess up
verse 1: kold blooded
i smoke herb all day
f-ck what a hater say
washed up -ss rappers always talking about that gun play
you can’t even hang against this verbal apocalypse
always causing online drama
still they music sound like shit
i got money on it
smoking blunts forever got “twenty” on it
f-ck a “dub”
i smoke way more bud then your -ss could afford and
rip ’em up
actually, f-ck a ripp
b-tch, i will stick ’em up
i’m blasphemous
having all these snitches wanna give it up
schema the posse
i’ll burn up yo body
my words are more deadly than all of
you wanna best all put together
you’re better off dead
keep talking shit and i’ll go for your head
end a motherf-cker’s life for thinkin’ that he hard
now you dealing with the schemas
when you f-ckin’ wit da gawd
when i ride i glide
wit a sword on my side
whether day or the night
you don’t wanna collide, motherf-cker
verse 2: ghostemane
skinny young kid with them big buck teeth and [?] on top sitting on chrome d’s
had a nine-mili
never seen a precinct
so i keep a twenty two on me
but i’m quick to hit a motherf-cker with a bat
talk back
get slapped to the ground, on me
i recall a time when i had less hate in my heart before these f-cking hypebeasts
i’m starting shit but best believe i finish it without a trace
bury you up in your yard next to your cat that died in second grade
death to all of the jits that don’t got shit but judge like judy sheindlin
i’ma fall asleep tonight to superjail looking at the ceiling
i’m living what you rap about
shoutout to juicy j
keep on giving b-tches shopping money till they give you brain
me? i don’t give a d-mn, kid
but i got no hoe, better get your shit
schema that clique
don’t f-ck with a b-tch that ain’t up on they hustle tip, uh
verse 3: mr. sisco
n-gg-s be hating but i just be waiting for n-gg-s to pop off with all of they shit
run with the clique and we bobbin’ so thick and we up in your track and we moving that b-tch
run with [?] and ghoste so they coming to k!ll and we leaving them up in the smoke
i be the jesus that’s black
k!lling them all
leaving them comatose
lyrical [?]
i’m dropping these n-gg-s
they [?] and reaching for views
i’m done with they shit so it’s up to you
please tell me what you wanna do
i’m the king of the funky, b-tch
i been dropping funky hits
live to a little, b-tch
bucking n-gg-s that f-ck they [?]
leaving n-gg-s with f-cking stitches
i’m digging them f-cking ditches
i’m playing with crucifixes
i’m cursing all in my vision
my mind is so f-cking twisted but i’m just a-f-cking-dicted
i [?] and f-cking lifted
that herb got me seeing spirits, shit
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