Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sid Vishis, artist - Astronautalis. Album song 6666, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.10.2018
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Sid Vishis |
You got racks? |
You got rims? |
You bought your main girl a pair of them timbs? |
You slang crack? |
You whip a benz? |
Ain’t nobody in here give shit |
You peel caps? |
You pop xan’s? |
You keep your money rolled up in rubber bands? |
It cost what? |
A hundred grand? |
Ain’t nobody in here give a shit |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Yeah, Some things never |
Some things never change |
Death at bay |
People stay the same |
Until they forced to fix it, clear away |
Mister misbehave |
Something’s gonna kill em any day |
Rather that than dwell on something simple anyway |
I got lots’a nothin' |
Steady clogging up my living space |
I can’t give away enough to salvage what is truly great |
You think you would demonstrate |
Them answers that you offering |
Shit don’t make no sense to me |
Like most the shit I’m lost in |
I’m just cruising like |
The gas is cheap or free |
Let em beep at me |
Two miles an hour |
Try’na blend in with the scenery |
Camo up the kit and slide above them who was shit to me |
Past them fucks who didn’t see |
Underneath the lock and key |
My way like kickin' Sid Vicious |
Hit up, hit highway, duck prisons |
Get up, get grind up, get livin' |
Never stop, get it, kill em |
Do something cool to impress |
A fool such as me is no less |
Affected by what you possess |
I’ll never care, don’t fuck with it |
You got racks? |
You got rims? |
You bought your main girl a pair of them timbs? |
You slang crack? |
You whip a benz? |
Ain’t nobody in here give shit |
You peel caps? |
You pop xan’s? |
You keep your money rolled up in rubber bands? |
It cost what? |
A hundred grand? |
Ain’t nobody in here give a shit |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Anyone with eyes and time can know |
That that steam don’t dance like smoke |
That pot ain’t boiling over |
Building’s burning! |
Time to go! |
The truth is all we all hold |
Will slip through hot hands just like falling snow |
We ain’t ballin' |
We just all in our control |
But can you follow, yo? |
Watch the moving cards |
You can’t spot the sucker at the table |
Then it’s you, my God |
But what is truly odd |
Why you double down? |
Racks up to your ear, my dear |
Like, «this will draw a fucking crowd!» |
One day they come around |
And the next day they gone |
Meanwhile we hold it down |
For like a decade strong |
They keep on talking loud |
Like they got they headphones on |
And we just steal their crowd |
Tear it down and whip that Uber home |
Boy, please take a bow |
You’re done now |
I think it’s time to go |
Credits rolling, lights are on |
Ushers like, «bitch hit the road!» |
Ain’t bouncing back, bitch without magic |
You ain’t Mystikal! |
With this flow |
Case is closed |
Ya trick! |
Time to go! |
Aye! |
Bouncin', Bouncin' |
Ain’t no bouncing back! |
Bouncin', bouncin' |
Ain’t no bouncing back! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |
Holler if you hear me! |
(Aye!) |