Whiskey (feat. SageInfinite & Bourn)

Yeah Ayo
We call this shit whiskey let it burn in ya chest
The Jack D flow 4 4 in the vest for the danger
These streets keep jealousy and anger
Felonies and strangers combine when they taint ya
Thank God for immaculate flows with dirty words
A bartender contradictions gettin served
Use to be the herb but the bourbon got me swervin
These shots is so urban
Only two per person
Situations worsen
Sober thoughts spit drunk
Stomachs growl clips duck
real shit whatchu want
I ain't with the whack shit
My character is classic
Averages is acid
Mixed til its mastered
Flip til the caskets
Death is only stoppin me
You bitin in this robbery
Full blown lobotomy
Only way to handle it
Make em an example quick
Call this shit whiskey
I ain't one to tamper with

We gonna call this shit whiskey
Let it simmer in ya chest
And to my ex don't worry ya verse is up next
I know ya sittin listenin like a kid waitin for a whippin
As I
Construct my words taste this whiskey that I'm sippin

Now I could make this verse about uh huh
Bitches running they mouth but you want versatile That's right
You're past that now
Already explored that route exactly
Well Shut up
You ain't heard my version
And as far a you're concerned yeah the worlds a virgin
Assume the position and suck up on these words I'm birthin
They always slick spittin something from their lips
My description white and thick
Don't quote me on this but the boys say its better when you swallow it
She said come harder if you want to diss a bomb bitch
My reply I cant now hop off I'm limp
Now you'd swear I was a nigga how bitches be ridin me
My man you got a cock so why is you jockin me
Let me explain for the sake of clarity
Its just another witty way of saying get off my dick
I know you niggas hate when a chick say get off my dick
So for the record jump off my dick
Gotta shot gun mind that cannot be silenced so blow it uh
Oh Yes and about you ex?
Get back to ya corner I ain't ready for you yet

Call this shit whiskey let it simmer in ya chest
Pour some on the ground for the mics that I wreck
Put one in the air for my niggas in the Jackson
Bourn's up next you ain't seen shit yet

This verse starts where the last one ended
Crush competitors til I'm the last one in it
Better think hard fore you say you wit it
The boy straight outta Jerz is all about bidness
I on't see a single rival when I'm in it
Better do some calisthenics
Survival of the fittest
Newark in it put a fork in it
We finished
Now gimmie my plate and some peace to eat dinner
Gimmie my money
Can't take shit from me
Try and make it a point to make a pretty day ugly
Think shit funny
Save it for a dummy
Try and test me but you niggas should've studied
Talk about beef but don't wanna get bloody
Boy too deep but the water too muddy
Flow like this of course you gon love me
Yall niggas just too funny



Credits
Writer(s): Dalana Terese Browley
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