Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slizzard, artist - Obn JayDate of issue: 29.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slizzard |
| What up, Rippah? |
| Oh, oh |
| Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me |
| I wrap up them wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep |
| Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me |
| Wrap up the wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep |
| Don’t understand, how could you let me down? |
| Say, bro, don’t bother me |
| That fake shit, I never knew how to do it, that shit be hard for me |
| Ho cross the line, I cut her off, I’ma make sure the bitch don’t play again |
| Drippin' major sauce when I step out, I guess I’m settin' trends |
| Cautious of fake shit, fuck gettin' close, no, I can’t let you in |
| Come through with them yoppers, youngins hangin' out the Sprinter van |
| We rollin' on Perkies, puff on the X, ready to do whatever |
| Police took my burner, I had to go cop a new Beretta |
| Was young as the fuck, pops had went to jail, he steady writin' letters |
| Now I’m growin' up like thug life, they say his daddy in him |
| We movin' in the fast time, don’t play with my mental |
| I’ll spend my last dime to bring back all my niggas |
| And now I’m on the headline, I’m chasin' buku figures |
| Shout out to my niggas livin' grimy, them my fuckin' slizzards |
| I been gettin' oh so high, tryna take my pain away |
| I know that all the good die young, but I just can’t today, oh no |
| I been grindin' for a minute, I’m just tryna get a roll |
| Bitch, just stay up out my business, I don’t say, then you don’t know |
| Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me |
| Wrap up the wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep |
| Don’t understand, how could you let me down? |
| Say, bro, don’t bother me |
| That fake shit, I never knew how to do it, that shit be hard for me |
| Ho cross the line, I cut her off, I’ma make sure the bitch don’t play again |
| Drippin' major sauce when I step out, I guess I’m settin' trends |
| Cautious of fake shit, fuck gettin' close, no, I can’t let you in |
| Come through with them yoppers, youngins hangin' out the Sprinter van |
| Slide through with them sticks, fuck who you with, bitch, we gon' spin a bend |
| Up the drake and hit and if we miss we still gon' spin again |
| No, I ain’t got no pic so when I spit I aim above the chin |
| I live the life of sin, you fuck with mines, I bring yours to an end |
| Feel I can’t win, all my brothers in the pen |
| I can’t do no friends, they all pussy and pretend |
| And these scary ass niggas, they know what it is |
| They be throwin' up slang through the wind |
| If we catch 'em in traffic, we gon' let 'em have it |
| My steppers, they gon' do you in |
| I been tryna keep my head high but that shit hard for me |
| I be on them Perkies every night, it’s hard to sleep |
| He touch my chain, I gotta take a life, step on that boy for me |
| We at your house, you know this shit outside, all in your yard, we creep |
| Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me |
| Wrap up the wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep |
| Don’t understand, how could you let me down? |
| Say, bro, don’t bother me |
| That fake shit, I never knew how to do it, that shit be hard for me |
| Ho cross the line, I cut her off, I’ma make sure the bitch don’t play again |
| Drippin' major sauce when I step out, I guess I’m settin' trends |
| Cautious of fake shit, fuck gettin' close, no, I can’t let you in |
| Come through with them yoppers, youngins hangin' out the Sprinter van |
| Ayy, oh, woah-oh-oh |
| Oh-ooh-oh, oh, woah-oh-oh |
| Oh, woah, oh-ooh, woah-oh-oh |
| OBN, da-da-da-da |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |