Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bishop Speaks ... Matter, artist - Grip. Album song Snubnose, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Human Re Sources, Stray Society
Song language: English
Bishop Speaks ... Matter |
Big homie, had a high point 9 mm, selling dope all in the classroom |
If he get caught, probably kill a teacher |
Crackhead, tryin' to steal his speakers |
Jack boy, tryin' to take his sneakers |
Plug trippin', I can get it cheaper |
But he still callin' up a nigga phone |
I don’t want the dope no more |
All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga knows is get dough |
All a nigga- hol' up, yeah, wait, I don’t want the dope no more, |
I don’t want the dope no more |
All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga do is kick door |
I need a flat-head screwdriver, acting like a bitch, I’ll get a new driver |
Rollin' with a couple two-timers, double back boys yea the tool timers |
Yeah, I see ya whole crew shinin', thank you niggas for the new diamonds |
Thank you niggas for the earrings, shot by his face and made his ear ring |
Half a gram on the porcelain, I will never be poor again |
Uncle turned to a Muslim, start smoking crack and now he eating pork again |
I just watched my nigga snort a 8th, ridin' round with a.38 |
Smokin' dope since he was 38, he was like «Look, nephew, Goddamn» |
I don’t want the dope no more |
All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga knows is get dough |
All a nigga- hol' up, yeah, wait, I don’t want the dope no more, |
I don’t want the dope no more |
All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga do is kick door |
What’s the matter? |
Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them |
guns go rattatata? |
I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like |
dark matter |
What’s the matter? |
Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them |
guns go rattatata? |
I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like |
dark matter |
Who knew we’d tote choppers when Grams was watching soap operas? |
No poppers, we wasn’t coached proper, the pole poppin’ll knock the soul out ya |
Live by street law, never tell pigs what we saw |
This shit is Skee-Ball, make it up the hill then you free fall |
This a nightmare you can’t sleep off |
No Ambien can drown out the randomness of an ambulance, cannabis can’t grant |
you a thick enough smokescreen |
To block out hoes' dreams and desperation of a dope fiend |
My hands been dirty, I’m not sure if this something soap cleans but I’m |
scrubbin' and scrubbin' and fuck |
Snuck in a club with a snub again and ended up bustin' in parking lot when that |
bitch close |
Told cousin to meet me on Covington at Citgo |
Temp is bubblin', senses is doublin', right back to scrubbin' and scrubbin' and |
scrubbin' it |
Dark thoughts hovering, that the idea of me strugglin' |
So needless to say I’m right back at it again, strapped and strapped for cash |
and willing to take a crack at it for ends |
What’s the matter? |
Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them |
guns go rattatata? |
I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like |
dark matter |
What’s the matter? |
Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them |
guns go rattatata? |
I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like |
dark- |