street kult - pill pop lyrics
gg:
i don’t hate the world;
i just hate the world i live in
i don’t hate this song;
i just hate these words i’m spitting
b-tch, i love these drugs
got me on the ground
feeling like the boogie man
letting sanity creep away
hold it back
take a second
what you got boy
pull up with that chopper raining
what you said boy
street kult coming at you
watch your sh-t boy
diamonds dripping from our wrists
we on that red op sh-t boy
call me gray god
i’m king of the b-tches
i am the boogie man
climbing out of ditches
with the ice on my wrist
covered up in the linen
i’m sick in the head
i’m the king of the lizards
b-tch you know the money never been a problem
at least one i can’t solve
and i spend it all on marijuana
gotta clip the banana
i got these b-tches on my sh-t
i’m livin pop style
too many b-tches on my sh-t
because i’m graygod
i’ve been popping pills and paranoia since the weekend
i’ve been feeling like my mind is going off the deep end
i know that i be my own worst enemy
i know that i be my own worst enemy
my brain is stressed
my head is stressed
my liver’s stressed
i need to calm my nerves;
i need a cigarette
i stopped the shaking, but
my lungs are turning black
popping pills and paranoia
f-ck it there’s no turning back
jp:
call me f-cking j pl0w
people hear me rapping
all they say is “wow!”
spouting all this nonsense
like i’m f-cking j wow
catch me freaking out on
soundcloud
we cuttin the custard
we spreading the mustard
we only going upper
feeling super superb
my thoughts are absurd
i’m slurring my words
i’m puffing on herbs
there ain’t no concern;
not a worry in the world
got the key to the genesis
i’m finna feel elegant
adding extra emphasis
rhyming so venomous
we popping all that medicine
flying like a pegasus
we on a higher regiment
striving for a better me
goin where the cheddar be
[?]
releasing all that energy
then i go to get [?]
something that you’ll never be
chopping it like celery
[verse 10]
flyer than your settlement
let him in
doper than methamphetamine
new crew up on the scene
flow so squeaky clean
so s-xually obscene
check out our melodies
can’t copy our recipe
can’t match our complexity
street kult be supremacy
dz:
it’s that motherf-cking
pill popping, trash talking
young rap k!ller getting
head while i’m milly rocking
yeah
you know we got that party
jumper, speakers b-mping, sk b-tch
you already know we up to something
and we got [?] smokers
but i’ve been sipping way too much
it got me talking with a lisp
got a message from your b-tch
she say she really like my sh-t
i’m bout to send that b-tch an uber
come and dance up on this d-ck
drip drip drip
yeah
we getting rich
this that motherf-cking god flow
mixed with triple six
poured my soul in the music
i would die for my clique
i ain’t worry bout tomorrow
that’s why every day we lit
b-tch, i’m out in boston
feeling like i’m big papi
rocky in the ring i’m h-lla c-cky
sipping saki
asian b-tch; i eat that p-ssy like hibachi
hit that sh-t and then i dip
and leave that hoe out in the lobby
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