Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Figgaz / Hopscotch, artist - Da$h. Album song SkrewFace, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hz GLOBAL
Song language: English
Figgaz / Hopscotch |
They pinning stripes on the Lieutenant |
My woman fulfilling the manuals written |
Your crew get diminished |
The motherfucking food chain, you in it |
Appearance of a spirit, tend to the business |
Tinted windows, hoes froze in a cement pose |
of the Jag, the color of a dead rose |
Tony Stark the way the chest glow |
Blow a gauge Rudolph the red nose |
Skybox at the Jets home |
Rest assured, lock it down like some prison doors |
Import the whore from Singapore, marble my kitchen floor |
I like my brain on the prescription drawer |
The prey stray when the lion roar |
Remove the sword from the sheathe |
The war the only thing that brought the peace |
We taught to never talk to the police |
Another wolf hunting the sheep |
Rolling up that pack by the heat |
Turning rappers to the walking deceased, nigga |
If you ain’t know |
Headshots |
Just a shit talking, blunt sparking |
Pill popping, pint drinking |
Ain’t no telling what my mind thinking |
Type of nigga, I guess it figgaz |
You got the frame without the picture |
I guess it figgaz, I guess it figgaz |
Since they cut the cord I been that nigga |
I guess it figgaz, I guess it figgaz, you see |
That Ralph Lauren be the stiching |
I guess it figgaz, I guess it figgaz |
Bitch is never rolling swishers |
I guess it figgaz, I’m getting figures |
Fucking on y’all bitches |
Getting figures, guess it figgaz |
Getting figures, guess it figgaz |
Getting figures |
It’s global, nigga |
With both of my eyelids closed I’m seeing through you niggas |
Painting pictures that were shown before |
The way I’m rapping got 'em hoping I ain’t on they tour |
The Doors bumping through Accord speakers |
Getting paid from corner store speeches |
Jesus got leeches removing toxins from the overdose |
It ain’t the first one or the last either |
I craft ether and attract divas |
Snuff suckers and deny preachers |
I’m most hated like your math teacher |
Distribute the kill cause rap don’t pay the bills yet |
I lead the team like Belichick, it’s all dubs |
And don’t ever think because you saw respect it’s all love |
I don’t fuck with you, Heisenberg, you niggas more than Huxtables |
Puffing something new that my grower just grew |
Another wolf leading the sheep to the slaughter |
Another nigga sliding dick in ya daughter |
Another rapper from right over that water |
Live nigga, throw my face on the hunnit |
Write philosophies at home getting blunted |
Drug experiments have turned into habits |
All my days have fucking turned into madness |
They say I’m snapping cause I’m reaching the masses |
With whatever when it comes to that cabbage, nigga |
Charlie Manson skill set |
Jack and Jill ain’t never left the hill that’s why they still bent |
Drugs where the steel kept |
They fear the real so I ain’t got no fucking deal yet |