Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ULTRAVIOLENCE, artist - Stakes
Date of issue: 04.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ULTRAVIOLENCE |
A hating bitch, oh don’t be that |
No debating, they know we back |
I replaced him, don’t be mad |
Hating ain’t gon' bring your dead homie back |
I make my return like the Taliban |
Try and ban me I can’t have it man |
Ooh, this the master plan |
They faker than a bitch’s pics on Instagram |
Move an inch, nah, I wont move a milligram |
Got their bitch ass up I’m the cameraman |
They behind like a caravan |
He paid twenty-five when the guy only had a gram |
I’m Megaman, blasting em, stack a rack |
Couple grand, rubber bands |
Galavant in the woods |
Off of an alprazolam |
They a raggedy calamity like Ragged Anne |
I’m Parappa rapping hotter than a lava lamp |
Alakazam I’m a wizard like it’s Azkaban |
Shit I spit like |
Dagga dagga dagga dagga dagga dagga |
They struggling to fathom him |
I feel like the prettiest bitch at the ball |
The prettiest bitch at my balls |
I don’t give a shit what they say when they talk |
Cause they not even involved |
I feel like the prettiest bitch at the ball |
The prettiest bitch at my balls |
I don’t give a fuck what they say when they talk |
Cause they not even involved |
I got to admit |
I don’t like talking about capping and shit |
I don’t like counting these hoes in my crib |
They on their fours I don’t call them a bitch |
But you is a bitch all bark in defense |
It been pissing me off like you’re marking your scent |
Warning you now this is as high as you’ll get |
Cuz you only soar when you fall in a ditch |
Ay I’m a dropper. |
the bang with all copper |
The rain without stopping, the pain when I pop it |
The famous showstopper, I’m draining all profit |
The grain I’m still stocking, my brain is off proper |
Why they stay messing with me |
Like they like resting in peace |
My crew be leaving them dead in the sea |
Drinking their liquor |
Rest as they smoke on the scene |
I got a click clack |
It got kick back |
Pipe gon' hit that |
You talk big chat |
Leave you with a big gap |
All in your Knicks cap |
New York merch, way I’m selling these nick bags |
Blast at me, get more than tit tat |
Doordash fees I’m higher than that |
Whores at me while stroking they cat |
Niggas say you fell off |
Bitch you been wack |
Hitting my Carti voice in this bitch |
She driving stick, she know to hit shift |
Don’t know karate boy, it’s ten clips |
Feeling like Bobby boy in this bitch |
Bobby bitch, am I criminal, probably bitch |
Beat make your whole body itch |
I party with the groupies and scholars, bitch |
I’m out of it but I don’t acknowledge it |
A lotta shit |
Never did names |
Never missed aimed shots, levitating |
You’re on Sparky |
Call me Raiden |
Closing doors on you, iron maiden |
Down to spar in my Converse |
Bitch, I’m all scar |
Send a postcard |
From down under, where the ghosts are |
Knuckles well versed, late to ponder |
Killed off co-star, cast in main role |
Bestest by far, lifted that bar |
So who’s up to par now |
All of my enemies dearly departed |
Double the pop, pussy |
Plosives explosive, I’m blowing up |
Blowing the money on blow for a blowjob |
Opposing me bow and remain in that pose |
For a dose, I’m imposing, but too indisposed |
So I leave them hanging like a dying pilot |
Too aggressive to see I’m ultra-violent |
Whole gang on this beat feeling extra riled up |
Going faster during extra mile as the bodies pile up |
Imminent |
I tell ‘em danger is imminent |
I’m gonna blaze till infinity |
And beyond, I be taking my time, I don’t stay in the lines |
But just trust I be killing shit |
Put up your blunt if you feeling it |
We got all the hardest on internet |
I can’t name a single soul that can match us, tape one was the practice |
Now we onto realer shit, stop the talking |
Was ducking the flow now they flocking |
All perplexed I’ma walking entendre |
Contrary to the regular, don’t hit my cellular |
Pull up and talk to me proper |
Shifting the understanding of your complex |
Ahead of my time and this planet |
They got to abandon older ways of dialect |
If you want smoke I’ma spin up the tires |
Yeah |
If you want smoke I’ma bring in the fire |
Uh |
Consider this holy, I bring in the choir |
Okay |
Talking that shit that’ll get you inspired |