Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weapon X , by - Tragedy. Song from the album Demolition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Outworld
Song language: English
Weapon X |
| Heheheheh |
| Devajia |
| Step outside in my Timberlands trying to cop a gram, trying to feed the fam |
| Trying to do my dance in my Timberlands, nigga talking, Ruger make him limber |
| man |
| Imma shoot a nigga if he’s playing games, got no time for lames, |
| switching in my lane |
| Nigga trying to get that paper man, trying to cop a jet, fuck them paper planes |
| Cobain with the cold pain (High) |
| Hi I’m trying to marry Mary Jane |
| Airplane when I’m insane (Eeeeerrrr) |
| Foolish shit, move it that way |
| I’m feeling cold and insane, got narcotics all in my brain |
| I’m trying to bring on the reign, paper chasing nigga stay in your lane |
| Trap with the snapback, I keep me a hazmat |
| Sick flow with the metronome, pass me the microphone |
| 808 ride the flow, take my dick in her throat |
| Thumping her pelvis, I’m busting, it’s time to go! |
| Zero immunity, devil community, haters they all wanna pressure me |
| Also the negativity while rapping humbly |
| Clearly nobody see talent inside of me |
| Devajia came here to play, I rock with the syndicate, fuck out the way |
| Niggas don’t know what to say, Triptsunami and I’m bringing the wave |
| Don’t fuck with the sauce, I’m the chef (Mix It Up!) |
| Got bullets for niggas that flex (Bah Bah Bah!) |
| Got hands like that nigga Artest (Bah!) |
| I’m Mr. Clean, don’t make a mess (Don't You Dare!) |
| People tell me that I’m difficult, don’t understand that I’m mental though |
| 12 and the nina, the bottle of ivy them niggas don’t know that I’m going strong |
| I want the numb it all white, speaking through every supply |
| Pull up to your trap tonight, pain hits the ankle on sight, yah, |
| I’m feeling right! |
| Light shining down on me, fuck how you wanna be |
| Strapped up religiously, G17 on me |
| Nigga just trying to eat, catching that fuckery |
| Back the fuck back with your B, catch this 20 B |
| And I keep some fucking recipe, niggas still salty like under sea |
| Can’t under see what I can’t over see, niggas still talking like they standing |
| next to me |
| Fuck you if I come to mall side |
| They trip on the haters, they highlight |
| All the good deeds that you done right, let’s pay him a trip via slide by |
| Then I pull a Visa side swipe |
| Cop us rentals then we get high |
| Shots in the air like a swim competition |
| I’m ready to go, nigga give me the mission |
| I scribble this shit like a scripture description |
| This cypher is scriptured by yung trip intentions |
| But where did I get no instructions but failure leads to your discretion, |
| don’t push on my buttons! |
| Young nigga still rocking my 20s and they know they roll, they seen that they |
| dull |
| Look in the barrel right through that black hole |
| Watch as it (???) |
| Niggas be hungry, we weary and greedy |
| Niggas ain’t eating, Trip be squeezing uzis |
| Switching up cars like we switching up sets |
| Hella shit nice so you best come up best |
| Can’t trust you niggas and can’t trust you hoes |
| Back the fuck back, trying to dance on my toes |
| Imma go MJ on haters by moon walking woes (???) yah |
| Brinks Truck Remix |
| Shout out to uh Slxm Jxmmi |
| Yo boy with the Rae Sremmurd |
| Big shout out (Jim!) |
| Yo Devajia on the track (Jim Jim Jim) |