Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sheet Music , by - Gangrene. Release date: 06.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sheet Music |
| They say the boy is old school |
| WWF, I will smack a fucking chair into that little ass chest |
| You out of breath, that means you in need of some rest, have a seat, literal |
| I’m yelling to the crowd and they yelling to get rid of you |
| And I don’t need the cage or the rings |
| I’m from the game that goes bang in your dreams |
| So keep dreaming like a gauge in your sleep |
| So I can see what you thought on the sheets, I call it sheet music |
| Like the counting the sheep moving, The sleep movement |
| They seep into it, I see what you doing, you’re sick, I see through it |
| Like a live leak to a filming, From a local’s phone |
| I choke ya focus, Gone like hocus pocus, a locust swarm |
| The only way you hearing a buzz |
| Over the music that they play in the clubs |
| Sending the thugs baby, show me some love |
| I see the haters, they ain’t fucking with us |
| (They ain’t fucking with us) |
| Never that, I’m better at it, you little fuck |
| Whoever ratted got bullet tatted the full advantage |
| I’m laughing at it, trying to find a little good in us |
| Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker |
| Smoke blunts, you know the black is potent |
| Don’t front, you know I got cha open |
| At lunch with the snakes and pigeons |
| Front, get punched in your face for living |
| Listen, I beam ya wig, your scene is riddled |
| My dreams is big, my crib is little |
| Living in the Ville is risky |
| Niggas green with envy but I’m Bill Bixby |
| Mr. McGee don’t get me angry |
| You wouldn’t like it when I’m angry |
| Listen, P, new Lou Ferrigno |
| Big bullets that shoot through you and your kinfolks |
| Ruck from Heltah |
| .9 clapped, spine tapped and fuck your felt up |
| Snuff to the wack boy |
| Biggest nigga in my group Buff from the Fat Boys, P! |
| Never that, I’m better at it, you little fuck |
| Whoever ratted got bullet tatted the full advantage |
| I’m laughing at it, trying to find a little good in us |
| Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker |
| I’m crumbling the dope, two G’s in a bucket |
| Big bundle for the rope, twenty G’s for the nugget |
| Doing slaloms in the slope, my machinery’s rugged |
| You pussy with a shit stain, bikini is muddy |
| Break levee when I rain to the vicinity, flooded |
| So I could test my human skid canouved |
| This is only a small portion, I’m giving you a snippet view |
| Trailer visual sicker than salmonella Chicken flu |
| My creative juice come from a different fruit |
| When you sip it strong like Guinness brew |
| Spill blood on your tennis shoe |
| Before I bless Chalice, I use paper clip to scrape the residue |
| Stick man get the money, take the revenue (Get the money) |
| Theme music for you to push the Lamborghini pedal to |
| Explode a grenade and pieces of metal flew |
| Collateral damage aim for the torso but the leg will do |
| Never that, I’m better at it, you little fuck |
| Whoever ratted got bullet tatted the full advantage |
| I’m laughing at it, trying to find a little good in us |
| Good luck motherfucker, night night motherfucker |