RAGE HARD
(Woo! This shit gas)
(STUNNA baby)
I'm just hanging with the bros
Still ain't fucking on no hoes
I don't fuck with nobody, so I gotta get my poles
If I don't like you, you get cut
Get em' right in the gut
Don't believe me? You best trust
If we see you we gon' bust
Leave em' out to dry
Yeah we gon' leave em' out to rust
Pull up in a Rarri
I'm gonna leave you in the dust
Feel like Lil Skies feel like it's a whole lotta lust
If you rock with me you rock with Joey B
It's a must
Yuh
Think you running out of luck
Better keep that pistol tucked
Or you gonna get fucked
Cause you know me and Joey B
We don't give a fuck
We just here to get paid
And we make fuckin buck
You shouldn't hang with us
Playing with us can be very dangerous
Cause we ain't afraid and won't hesitate
To pull up on your block and let it buss
If we run up then you better duck
If Joey finds your bitch he might get a suck
Bitch you're out of luck
Cause you already know that we don't give a fuck
Cause you know we rage hard
Gonna play you like a card
Catch you in your yard
And we gonna leave you fucking scarred
Open up a mosh pit
Better yet a wall of death
Leave you with the wrist slit
You gon' take your last breath
Cause you know we rage hard
Gonna play you like a card
Catch you in your yard
And we gonna leave you fuckin scarred
Open up a mosh pit
Better yet a wall of death
Leave you with the wrist slit
You gon' take your last breath
Yeah
Open up that mosh pit
Open up that motherfucking mosh pit
(Lay me some of that fucking heat Joey)
Bitch I'll hit you in the face
You disgrace
It's just not your fuckin day
We are not the same
I'm a different breed
You don't wanna fuck with me
Pull up with my boy STUNNA
And we'll make you fucking bleed
You disease
You don't wanna test me
You will see I'm not a man
I'm a motherfucking king
And yeah we got a plan
We gon' go get that bling
So now you a fan
(Ay!)
And we running up
Just tryna make a buck
So go ahead and blow it up
Show it love
Do it for fun, so I gotta do it with my bruh
(Brrrr! Ay!)
Showing up with the heat
I'm just tryna kill this beat
Go play it in the street
And put it on repeat
Cause this shit's blowing up
Now my boy STUNNA gonna fucking close it up
Ay
Cause you know we rage hard
Yeah you know we rage hard
Let us catch you in our city
And we gonna leave you scarred
Cause you know we rage hard
Yeah you know we rage hard
Let us catch you in our city
And we gonna leave you scarred
Ay
Gonna leave you scarred ay
Gonna leave you fuckin scarred ay
Yuh
(STUNNA baby)
I'm just hanging with the bros
Still ain't fucking on no hoes
I don't fuck with nobody, so I gotta get my poles
If I don't like you, you get cut
Get em' right in the gut
Don't believe me? You best trust
If we see you we gon' bust
Leave em' out to dry
Yeah we gon' leave em' out to rust
Pull up in a Rarri
I'm gonna leave you in the dust
Feel like Lil Skies feel like it's a whole lotta lust
If you rock with me you rock with Joey B
It's a must
Yuh
Think you running out of luck
Better keep that pistol tucked
Or you gonna get fucked
Cause you know me and Joey B
We don't give a fuck
We just here to get paid
And we make fuckin buck
You shouldn't hang with us
Playing with us can be very dangerous
Cause we ain't afraid and won't hesitate
To pull up on your block and let it buss
If we run up then you better duck
If Joey finds your bitch he might get a suck
Bitch you're out of luck
Cause you already know that we don't give a fuck
Cause you know we rage hard
Gonna play you like a card
Catch you in your yard
And we gonna leave you fucking scarred
Open up a mosh pit
Better yet a wall of death
Leave you with the wrist slit
You gon' take your last breath
Cause you know we rage hard
Gonna play you like a card
Catch you in your yard
And we gonna leave you fuckin scarred
Open up a mosh pit
Better yet a wall of death
Leave you with the wrist slit
You gon' take your last breath
Yeah
Open up that mosh pit
Open up that motherfucking mosh pit
(Lay me some of that fucking heat Joey)
Bitch I'll hit you in the face
You disgrace
It's just not your fuckin day
We are not the same
I'm a different breed
You don't wanna fuck with me
Pull up with my boy STUNNA
And we'll make you fucking bleed
You disease
You don't wanna test me
You will see I'm not a man
I'm a motherfucking king
And yeah we got a plan
We gon' go get that bling
So now you a fan
(Ay!)
And we running up
Just tryna make a buck
So go ahead and blow it up
Show it love
Do it for fun, so I gotta do it with my bruh
(Brrrr! Ay!)
Showing up with the heat
I'm just tryna kill this beat
Go play it in the street
And put it on repeat
Cause this shit's blowing up
Now my boy STUNNA gonna fucking close it up
Ay
Cause you know we rage hard
Yeah you know we rage hard
Let us catch you in our city
And we gonna leave you scarred
Cause you know we rage hard
Yeah you know we rage hard
Let us catch you in our city
And we gonna leave you scarred
Ay
Gonna leave you scarred ay
Gonna leave you fuckin scarred ay
Yuh
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Langebartels
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.