Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monster, artist - Bo DealDate of issue: 28.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Monster |
| I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster |
| I got my guap up, green on me like Blanka |
| You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up |
| I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up |
| I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster |
| I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca |
| You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up |
| I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up |
| Before the rap I was the plug, I’m who they copped from |
| Had lil bro selling pounds for me when I got locked up |
| I used to pray the neighbors never called the cops up |
| Streets ain’t no game, been moving weight like I’m E. Honda |
| Don’t make me pull up on you, shooting like Black Mamba |
| You gon' need Jesus, God, a vest and Kevin Costner |
| After I dump, I leave him slumped, fucked up his posture |
| Step back like Harden, cook his top 'til I see pasta |
| I had to go through some crazy times |
| Witnessed murder at the age of 9 |
| My first gun was a P89 |
| Had to stay with that Glock, they ain’t taking mine |
| Paying bills, a few lawyers, and paying fines |
| Had a bitch lying saying her baby mine |
| Had some homies hating on the way he grind |
| Before fans I had clientele pay me mine |
| All of the pain that I been through |
| All of the struggle I went through |
| All the loss only motive my mental, why only count on my pistol? |
| Gangsters don’t talk on computers, all that tough talk don’t amuse us |
| And when I slap this dick in the 40, bitch I ain’t fuckin' no cougar |
| I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster |
| I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca |
| You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up |
| I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up |
| I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster |
| I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca |
| You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up |
| I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up |
| I’m in my bag, you don’t want smoke, this ain’t no ganja |
| Slide like a hockey team with sticks, I make the opps duck |
| Don’t give no fuck 'bout who you got up on yo' roster |
| My shooters hands filled up with bands, bitch I’m they sponsor |
| We all got 30s, do you dirty, you’ll get mopped up |
| I’ll snap my fingers, they gon' cook him like Red Lobster |
| I’ll slide 'em bread, y’all know y’all toast soon as they pop up |
| Ain’t shit you can do, light 'em all up like it’s Kwanzaa |
| From the 'jects, from the trenches, I’m from the gutta |
| Told myself, man I gotta come up with something |
| Keep my head up in life like it upper-cut him |
| I was fly, they was hating, I wasn’t buggin' |
| Bought a MAC and a vest from my uncle Bubba |
| I was turnt, packing heat like a fuckin' oven |
| Had some opps until I dropped a couple of 'em |
| Left 'em lying, I been had the jungle jumpin' |
| They say they tryna find out where I be at |
| They been talking for years and ain’t try me yet |
| Yeah I know haters looking, that’s why we flex |
| You know I keep the TEC in my Nike Tech |
| And you know I’m a savage like Randy |
| I guess all of the pain came in handy |
| Got the drum in my clip |
| When I come in this bitch, pussy you gon' need more than a Plan B |
| I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster |
| I got my guap up, green on me like Blanka |
| You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up |
| I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up |
| I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster |
| I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca |
| You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up |
| I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up |