Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Testimony, artist - UnoTheActivist. Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Testimony |
| Uno, I killed it |
| (Who made the beat? Charlie) |
| What? |
| Yeah, I am never sober, I need me some closure |
| Yeah, chopper on my shoulder, it’s shooting through boulders, boy, |
| it’s over (Bang) |
| Your bitch lookin' at me, told her to come over like Red Rover |
| I’m callin' another, he pourin' a four up in the soda (Yeah) |
| She got that good pussy, I hit it, it sound like macaroni (Yeah) |
| And bad bitches all in my testimony (What?) |
| Pull up in 550, I’m flexin' on 'em, them my opponents (Dig) |
| Chopper hold a 50, the AK got a blade from Katana |
| All these niggas envy, it’s lookin' fishy, I smell it on 'em (What? What?) |
| And they say I’m snitchin' but they on camera just tellin' on 'em |
| Your girl can’t stop wit' the bitchin' |
| Only in private |
| Put that lil' boy on suspension |
| I draw 'em down, they gon' write 'em up |
| Like a Backwood, light 'em up (Yeah, yeah) |
| Lighten up |
| Boy, your ribs showin', huh, yeah, tighten up |
| Treat the cup just like a volleyball, I’m gon' spike it up |
| Twelve in the cut, if they push up the coke go in her butt |
| Yeah, I am never sober, I need me some closure |
| Yeah, chopper on my shoulder, it’s shooting through boulders, boy, it’s over |
| Your bitch lookin' at me, told her to come over like Red Rover |
| I’m callin' another, he pourin' a four up in the soda |
| She got that good pussy, I hit it, it sound like macaroni |
| And bad bitches all in my testimony |
| Pull up in 550, I’m flexin' on 'em, them my opponents |
| Chopper hold a 50, the AK got a blade from Katana |
| Ooh, I told 'em, «Listen up, somebody get rid of 'em» |
| Stomp him out, pick him up |
| That .40 gon' lift him up, uh |
| This a stick-up, I told you I stick it up |
| Baby, I got ice cream, your ho is gon' lick me up |
| I’m her favorite rapper and you my favorite actor |
| How these niggas traded on me, I feel like a Raptor, ooh |
| On my neck a fox, I feel like I’m Daxter |
| Don’t make me have to pop the trunk, turn this to a disaster |
| Yeah, I am never sober, I need me some closure |
| Yeah, chopper on my shoulder, it’s shooting through boulders, boy, it’s over |
| Your bitch lookin' at me, told her to come over like Red Rover |
| I’m callin' another, he pourin' a four up in the soda (Lean) |
| She got that good pussy, I hit it, it sound like macaroni |
| And bad bitches all in my testimony |
| Pull up in 550, I’m flexin' on 'em, them my opponents |
| Chopper hold a 50, the AK got a blade from Katana (Dig) |