Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stone Killer , by - Dave East. Release date: 22.10.2020
Song language: English
Stone Killer |
| High level rap |
| You know me, nigga |
| Bugging out, I’m tipsy (Tipsy) |
| I smuggled out Poughkeepsie (Upstate) |
| Package had a Seattle stamp, I thought the plug was from 60s (Neighborhood) |
| Bubbled out the Bentley (Skrrt) |
| Suckers tried convince me (Uh) |
| Gun powder inside my whiskey |
| Blowin' sour, vibing to Missy (Yeah) |
| Misdemeanor Elliot |
| These rap niggas is delicate (Soft) |
| I’ll never switch |
| I been on some shit since Perry Ellis fits (Remember that?) |
| Broke weed down at the Marriott |
| This hustle, I inherited (I got it) |
| Prescriptions for the low |
| Come and cop it or I can mail the shit (Woo) |
| They shot him in his face, it ain’t no repass (Nah) |
| I’m Tyson with that speedbag (Right) |
| I really seen a brick look like a Dreamcast (I did) |
| My aunt been clean for years, I pray to Allah she don’t relapse (Inshallah) |
| They put cameras where we sleep at |
| With these grams, I don’t need rap (I don’t need it) |
| I told mami just go down slow |
| I’m from the projects, my nigga |
| Could give a fuck about an «Old Town Road» (I don’t care) |
| I hit Berner for Pound Cake, he let a whole pound go (My nigga) |
| One of the illest niggas breathing and my whole town know |
| It’s Harlem |
| My neck be this weight 'cause that sket keep me safe |
| I gave out more dog food than the SPCA (SPCA) |
| I’m in the label office crunching up figures |
| I’m one them niggas |
| That gave the fiends testers with the dust from a blender, yeah |
| I can’t forget the blocks that fed me right |
| These crooked agents still want me for tax evasion like Wesley Snipes |
| To talk this way, I paid a hefty price |
| I sold dope, got knocked |
| But never spoke after they read me rights |
| The chopper on the bedroom floor lay horizontal |
| In the crib with the cathedral ceilings, the floor’s marble |
| Heard an opp died while we was out clubbin', got more bottles |
| And the teller at the bank think my bitch a couture model, uh |
| Respect or the money, which you willing to keep? |
| (Pick one) |
| If it’s lit, is you spinnin' or you sendin' a tweet? |
| (Pick one) |
| I kept winning, that got 'em used to the feel of defeat |
| Yeah, you know it’s really the streets, Benny and East |
| Nigga, it’s Pablo and the Butcher (Pablo) |
| Survival had me booked up (Booked up) |
| Inside the car, now I can see the stars if I look up (Wraith) |
| Been a good month and that’s on all the raw that I cooked up |
| I might buy my bitch an Audemar just for good luck |
| Yeah (Yeah), ask for smoke, I already got a blunt |
| I’m headed to Philly with coke the same color as Donald Trump (Fuck him) |
| The opps sliding, but not on us |
| All this stress I got bottled up |
| Calls from hoes that I don’t want |
| That powder we would bottle up (Right) |
| I got guns for World War III, nigga, just sign me up |
| Good luck tryna line me up (Good luck) |
| I’m landing at LaGuardia |
| Had meetings with the mafia |
| I count that paper, then I can’t sleep, I catch insomnia |
| Jewish lawyer beat my case, we celebrate the shit like Hanukkah |
| Caught him tryna get breakfast and shot the diner up (Boom) |
| Fiends fighting over the boy, Brandy and Monica |
| Gangster, you know how I’m cut, honestly, you should honor us |
| I remember baggin' up haze, jacket was Nautica |
| I couldn’t stay out late, on my ankle, I had a monitor, word |
| Benny, Benny, Benny, Benny and East |
| The illest niggas breathin', respect, respect |
| Benny and East |
| Yeah, you, yeah, you, yeah, you know it’s really the streets |
| Benny, Benny, Benny, Benny and East |
| With these grams, I, I, I don’t need rap |
| Benny, Benny and East |
| Gangster, gangster, you should honor us |