Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Etched Out, artist - Blaze Ya Dead Homie. Album song Colton Grundy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Etched Out |
Which one of ya’ll wanna get etched out in chalk |
Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk |
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit |
You ain’t seeing none of my clique |
That’s for life bitch |
And that’s for life bitch! |
(And that’s for life bitch) |
And that’s for life bitch! |
(And that’d for life bitch) |
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit |
You ain’t seeing none of my clique |
That’s for life bitch |
So know I show up with a shotgun, enough shells to blow holes in err’thing |
Bloody up the walls, the windows, and the curtains |
I’m for certain, this sucker right here |
Gonna die like a bitch motherfucka right here |
Get that ass chalked up, I’m a trace you |
Pull out the twelve gauge pencil, and erase you |
It takes two to tango, so I brought four |
And in the glove box, shotgun shells galore |
I came for war, and leaving with a piece of your head |
So I can look at it, when thinking about that shit that you said |
Which one of ya’ll wanna get etched out in chalk |
Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk |
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit |
You ain’t seeing none of my clique |
That’s for life bitch |
And that’s for life bitch! |
(And that’s for life bitch) |
And that’s for life bitch! |
(And that’d for life bitch) |
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit |
You ain’t seeing none of my clique |
That’s for life bitch |
I might send you where the bitch motherfuckas, go when they die |
Fresh out the belt line, with the chrome 4−5 |
Better get to an exit, that vest ain’t going help |
Dump the whole clip, make sure my presence is felt |
Drive-by! |
and I ain’t got to be in the car |
I do a drive-by, on a Haro with no handlebars |
I do a walk-by, blasting at you out of the blue |
And what a bitch motherfucka like you gonna do? |
Which one of ya’ll wanna get etched out in chalk |
Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk |
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit |
You ain’t seeing none of my clique |
That’s for life bitch |
And that’s for life bitch! |
(And that’s for life bitch) |
And that’s for life bitch! |
(And that’d for life bitch) |
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit |
You ain’t seeing none of my clique |
That’s for life bitch |
Now if I unload the heater, I’m a reload the heater |
And make sure to splatter blood on your khakis and wife beater |
Ya’ll bitches ain’t leavin' alive |
When you cross me, you cross the chalk line |
Now prepare to die |
People is bleeding, bitches is screaming |
Suckers running into cars, and driving away speeding |
I’m in the backpocket looking for chalk to trace |
The ones who can’t walk dead, are trying to crawl away |
Which one of ya’ll wanna get etched out in chalk |
Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk |
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit |
You ain’t seeing none of my clique |
That’s for life bitch |
And that’s for life bitch! |
(And that’s for life bitch) |
And that’s for life bitch! |
(And that’d for life bitch) |
Better watch how you grip when representing your shit |
You ain’t seeing none of my clique |
That’s for life bitch |