Tension!
I can't stress shit, not even off the drugs
I miss you, only when I'm on the cup
Death threats to me, they ain't even doing enough
I ain't have shit when I lived in the slums
And I ain't want beef but they know what it was
Not average, no stylist, whoa
With a bad bitch just to cover my load
Freaky bitches and she say she want more
She a hunnid picker when they all on the floor
Hunnid niggas shoot they shots at the door
Heard on the street that these niggas want smoke?
I dropped a bag now this bitch wanna tote
I had a vision of me in a rolls
(Rolls)
Pure codeine, you got me sippin
Oh, and you know I don't listen
Smoke too much she think I'm trippn
(trippn')
I crash out, fuck all this tension
And my dead friend got me sinning
I think sometimes he can listen
I know they been out to get me
Fill my pockets up with envy
I got hollows in this semi
Fill these niggas up with plenty
My lil shooter got precision
And you know that we don't mention
All them bodies in the corner
Wipe em out with some tension
She bad but bi, I'll turn her out
She ask for me, (to slut her out)
I left kids up on her mouth
Big, Big talk what you about?
I can't stress her not today no
With all these games don't play no
Quick to hit a stain hoe
But you know how we play those
(Whoa)
Oh, and you know I don't listen
Smoke too much she think I'm trippn'
(trippn)
I crash out, fuck all this tension
And my dead friend got me sinning
I think sometimes he can listen
Not average, no stylist, whoa
With a bad bitch just to cover my load
Freaky bitches and she say she want more
She a hunnid picker when they all on the floor
Hunnid niggas shoot they shots at the door
Heard on the street that these niggas want smoke?
I dropped a bag now this bitch wanna tote
I had a vision of me in a rolls
(Rolls)
Pure codeine, you got me sippin
Oh, and you know I don't listen
Smoke too much she think I'm trippn
(trippn)
I crash out, fuck all this tension
And my dead friend got me sinning
I think sometimes he can listen
I miss you, only when I'm on the cup
Death threats to me, they ain't even doing enough
I ain't have shit when I lived in the slums
And I ain't want beef but they know what it was
Not average, no stylist, whoa
With a bad bitch just to cover my load
Freaky bitches and she say she want more
She a hunnid picker when they all on the floor
Hunnid niggas shoot they shots at the door
Heard on the street that these niggas want smoke?
I dropped a bag now this bitch wanna tote
I had a vision of me in a rolls
(Rolls)
Pure codeine, you got me sippin
Oh, and you know I don't listen
Smoke too much she think I'm trippn
(trippn')
I crash out, fuck all this tension
And my dead friend got me sinning
I think sometimes he can listen
I know they been out to get me
Fill my pockets up with envy
I got hollows in this semi
Fill these niggas up with plenty
My lil shooter got precision
And you know that we don't mention
All them bodies in the corner
Wipe em out with some tension
She bad but bi, I'll turn her out
She ask for me, (to slut her out)
I left kids up on her mouth
Big, Big talk what you about?
I can't stress her not today no
With all these games don't play no
Quick to hit a stain hoe
But you know how we play those
(Whoa)
Oh, and you know I don't listen
Smoke too much she think I'm trippn'
(trippn)
I crash out, fuck all this tension
And my dead friend got me sinning
I think sometimes he can listen
Not average, no stylist, whoa
With a bad bitch just to cover my load
Freaky bitches and she say she want more
She a hunnid picker when they all on the floor
Hunnid niggas shoot they shots at the door
Heard on the street that these niggas want smoke?
I dropped a bag now this bitch wanna tote
I had a vision of me in a rolls
(Rolls)
Pure codeine, you got me sippin
Oh, and you know I don't listen
Smoke too much she think I'm trippn
(trippn)
I crash out, fuck all this tension
And my dead friend got me sinning
I think sometimes he can listen
Credits
Writer(s): Milton Celis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 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.