Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Voltron, artist - T-Rock. Album song Unsung Vol, 4, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 30.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blue Pie
Song language: English
Voltron |
| We makin' swoll funds, we carry swoll guns |
| And when they get to poppin' bitch I bet you sure run |
| We get this bitch off the chain until the job’s done |
| Makin' this shit come together like it was voltron |
| Gats and gigantic paper stacks is what I’m seein' |
| Grew up with kingpins, homicidal human beings |
| My name as hot as the sun in the solar system |
| Rappers screamin' my name and prayin' for me to dis 'em |
| This is astronomical to me your whole cast is comical |
| Singular shot will put an end to your chronicle |
| Sippin' Bud Ice, thugs strife in the wicked city |
| The shit is pretty colder than the tip of a witches titty |
| The soul eraser, mozzarella taker make hella paper |
| Battle in storms and forever I prevail a playa |
| Pullin' humongus cables, bomb undertakers |
| From infared lasers my enemies fall like Niagara |
| Pullin' vapors from brown Vega’s, pimpin infinite |
| Bitches be scandalous ain’t no time for being sensitive |
| Treacherous crimes using berettas and nines |
| Show I’m a vet when I grind, fully ahead of my time nigga |
| We on a havocal rollercoaster and hoes have no balance |
| They goin' platinum and sellin' without a morsel of talent |
| But this is underground only real shit will tolerated |
| Nursery school lyrics will get you incinerated |
| I’m tighter than dick in a virgin when penetrated |
| Rhymes triple X rated, too real to be appreciated |
| Faded in the town for sho', another day and that’s another quarter pound to |
| smoke |
| The underboss leavin' niggas feet a restin' |
| Witness the walkin' lethal weapon |
| Dodgin' evil blessings, Caressin' on my Smith and Wesson |
| Keeping God first, but daily I see trouble starters |
| Dealin' with merciless cut-throats and double crossers |
| My fame slip, that’s when I saw the game flip |
| Gettin' head from a dame’s lips on a plane trip |
| And when I come home I still pack the same clip |
| Rollin' with the same set of homies on the main strip |
| Step in the ring with a rider and we can batlle like Trojans |
| Cuz it’s whatever I can’t wait until the shackles are broken |
| To make more digits than mathematics flip like an acrobatic |
| With million dollar status bigger than the galactic atlas |
| Battle scars tatted on my soul and flesh |
| Ballistic tactics plottin' layin' my foes to rest |
| Through the pain and adversity I got killas to nourish me |
| In my game to gain to be complex with diversity |
| Niggas wanna murder me and I don’t think it’s possible |
| You’re fuckin' with a monstrous figure who is unstoppable |
| The general who waged the war |
| Demons collapsed after I stabbed 'em with a blazin' sword |
| Strapped with the lion’s courage and knowledge, wisdom, truth, and religion |
| Overtaken by humility to keep my position |
| Through my life I had a lawless history |
| And I always maintain it with a flawless victory |
| We call it voltron |