Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ripped Apart, artist - Dark LoDate of issue: 03.10.2019
Song language: English
Ripped Apart |
| «Don't worry, I ain’t gonna hurt you |
| I need you to drive me on out of here» |
| Doot, doot, doot, doot |
| Brrdt, brrdt |
| Ayo |
| I’ma send ten niggas through (don't come back) |
| Tell them niggas, «don't come back» (don't come back, nigga) |
| ‘Til all the guns empty |
| That’s pressure, nigga (let's go) |
| Butcher, Dark Lo the Crook |
| Yo, look |
| What you see me in, I had to trap for it |
| Bounced 300 grams off the backboard |
| I’m really in the streets, it’s not an app for it |
| I got up and took it just ‘cause I ain’t want to ask for it |
| You’re fucking with these rats, so y’all niggas useless |
| We’re street niggas, I’m judging you by who introduced us |
| 8-balls to quarters, half, then was deuces |
| The bricks, y’all just coming with grown man excuses |
| Nah, I ain’t jumping on no bandwagons |
| In the yard doing pull-ups ‘til my hands callous |
| Fendi belt, but my pants sagging |
| All my lil' mans flagging, look like my watch took dance classes |
| Yeah, so all the bitches admire us |
| Hustlers who made miracles with them kitchen appliances |
| I can tell a killer, and I know you puss |
| I’m sending hits, got my bishop laying on your rook |
| Ah |
| (open) |
| They’re running like a track meet |
| I blew his head off when I sat in the back seat |
| Blood got on my face, I wiped it then went back to eat |
| I gave you classics after classics, say thanks at least |
| Running tiger for the party, I think I’m Meech |
| Used to running niggas' pocket if I think they’re sweet |
| The most bodies in the clique, |
| Wash the money if it’s dirty, feds think it’s me |
| I got on sweats and |
| He said they’re hating, I said «fuck ‘em, Benny» |
| Gun store, I re-upped on plenty |
| You hear it roar, that’s a Hemi |
| You hear the lick, that’s a gimme, was locked down, that’s a memory |
| My shirt a rottweiler, my wrist a sky dweller |
| It’s the Goodfellas, OBH and Griselda |
| Nigga, you’s a failure, I play the shotgun, I’m like Elmer |
| A month later, they’ll smell ya |
| I went and found a new connect and got a better flow |
| Carlito should’ve killed Benny, but he let him go |
| He pulled up, thing banging at the train station |
| Y’all niggas know the play, Griselda, OBH |
| I can’t wait ‘til we run to him |
| I’m moving weight, I should run a gym |
| I’m out, I’m with Stun and Slim |
| Let the mac stutter on your brim |
| Benny and Lo, what’s popping other than them |
| I’m riding with it in the Impala, she wit it, a rider |
| I back out and turn this bitch to a getaway driver |
| Yeah, he doing 10, but he said it feel like a L |
| He called the homes saying break him out of jail |
| I reed up, I’ll probably break the scale |
| I’ll turn you breaking news, I ain’t even lift a nail |
| And I’ll never say who did it, I don’t kiss and tell |
| I looked the judge in the eyes and said «I'm picking 12» |
| The mission got completed, opposition got deleted |
| We did it for the streets ‘cause we know they need it |
| Fiends coming 6am and we’re still open |
| I just put my gun away when it’s still smoking |
| «Griselda» |
| Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot |
| Brrdt |
| You see |
| It was a beautiful day outside |
| It was like 20 of y’all niggas in front of the store |
| I pulled up all aggressive |
| Hopped out, windows down |
| Left my keys in the ignition |
| Went in the store, came back out kill money |
| Wanting a nigga to say something to me |
| I had the new 40 on me |
| I wanted to test it on one of you bitch ass niggas |
| But y’all stood down, smart |
| OBH, Griselda, bitch ass niggas |