Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Serpent's Whisper, artist - Stalley. Album song Tell the Truth Shame the Devil (Complete Set), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blue Collar Gang
Song language: English
Serpent's Whisper |
Everywhere I go I’m hearing whispers |
I’m in the field where the snakes slither |
Serpents who bitter worship the gold and glitter |
Napolean thoughts my mind is on something bigger |
I’m usually in picture flossing that shit they worship |
Dancing in puddles, show 'em that shit is worthless |
My style is more rugged, these young 'uns dressed in purses |
My style is so smooth, I don’t rehearse these verses |
Most rappers trash, fill every verse with curses |
Or they copying Stalley, trying to steal my verbiage |
But couldn’t walk a mile in these white air forces |
Porsche on 4 Gs, chain gorgeous |
Same sauces |
Slick Rick and Daddy Kane countless |
Amounts of money in my pocket, still lossless |
Remain lawless, don’t do bosses |
Authority I don’t fuck with |
Jewels I truck it |
The shirt Trukfit |
Shout to Weezy F |
Tha Carter 3, I still bump it |
Ring clustered, your girl love it |
Been quiet for a minute but I’m still buzzing |
And still hustling |
If judge fuck with any niggas in my circle |
Don’t let fame hurt you |
I’ve been grinding for a minute |
Check the stained workboot |
Started with a sixteen then that same work grew |
I double up since address |
Been flipping since mattress |
Had the world doing backflips |
Black Chevelle with the black lips |
Plus the black automatic |
In case a nigga want static |
Mob deep like I’m Havok |
Promote peace but I’ll blast it |
Good girl, I don’t do ratchet |
I’m a sneaker fiend, addict |
Navy blue or the black shit |
Made my wealth with my niggas |
Seen too many in caskets |
Fifth floor down on Sacks 5th |
Buying Saint Laurent jackets |
Dope boys strolling |
You can have all that dab shit |
I’d rather roll my dope |
I don’t fuck with that dab shit |
Money, brown paper bag it |
Weed green like a dragon |
I be floating, Aladdin |
Chick dressed in all satin |
Got a cabin in Aspen |
Calabasas a mansion |
Her engagement ring dancing |
Got on my man shit |
My driveway a dealership |
While you and your man shit all bitter |
Seven hundred horses these snakes lsither |
Its time I cut the grass to see clearer |
Everywhere I go I’m hearing whispers |
I’m in the field where the snakes slither |
Serpents who bitter worship the gold and glitter |
Napolean thoughts my mind is on something bigger |
I’m usually in picture flossing that shit they worship |
Dancing in puddles, show 'em that shit is worthless |
My style is more rugged, these young 'uns dressed in purses |
My style is so smooth, I don’t rehearse these verses |