"Subliminals" lyrics
(feat. TaTa)
Boom, boom, boom (Boom, boom, everything, glah) (Elias Beats)
Like, glah
Why these opp niggas all on my dick, all my niggas alive whilst your man's in a spliff (Like, damn)
Ayy, don't touch, shit got a kick (Like, damn), ayo, preme, pass the me the jits (Like, damn)
And these niggas been gettin' me tight, I might go to his father grave, take a piss (What the fuck?)
I ain't talkin' no radio gigs, my ooter gon' send 'em out just like a rift (Glah)
Niggas dissin' with like 8 dead mans (One, two, three, what the fuck?)
How you jackin' your hood so hard and you chillin' with niggas that's smokin' your man's (Everything dead)
Type of shit that I don't understand (Boom, baow), I just sit back and watch, like, "Damn" (Boom, boom, boom)
And these niggas say that we got beef, they be singin' our shit, man, these niggas be fans
Free my demons, put on for the set (Glah)
Got your thottie, she blow like a ref (Glah-glah, boom,)
I don't even try to up the 'net, but we run into boy, we gon' beat him to death (Bitch)
We gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah), no leg shots, only head (Boom, boom)
And her favorite color is yellow, I told her, "Fuck yellow, I only see red"
Why these opp niggas all on my dick (Boom, baow), on bro, niggas got me fat (Glah-glah, boom)
I might spin through their shit with like four of my niggas, we see an opp then we see red
Ball on the court and I shoot with my left
Oh, he say he gon' up with the left?
Pussy nigga get shot in your chest
Everything deady, they know I'm the vet'
He-he think he the illest, he think he the boss (Think he what?)
Get bought like a Pitbull, I do what I want (Get bought like a pup)
Got niggas who shoot with no rim in the box (Baow, baow), niggas weird, bitches bot (Grrah)
Keep me a Glock on the side of my hip
Bitches be dissin', get smacked on the zip (Gla, glah, glah)
Smoke your dead niggas, bitch when niggas be lyin', but cryin' and shit
Ayy, hop in the foreign, my bitch is a tourist
Bend by the back, but them niggas they borin'
Bitches be grip, can't link no bitch, don't speak to me, lil' bitch
Better watch your mouth, better watch your spots, don't speak on shit, let's do it now
This Glock go, baow (Ayy), run out (Gang)
Man, these bitches be talkin' about me and I loved it
Big Glock, he long, gon' up it
To me that bitch, she nothin', I don't give a fuck who party I'm bustin'
I don't give a fuck who you she knew (Grrah), don't drop my flag it's blue (It's blue)
Iffy Foreign, fuck with Woo, these bitches on top, they not bulletproof
Damn, beat that bitch, he hop out, don't run, don't trip (Don't run, boom)
Glah, glah, beat that bitch, I'm too deep, just me and my grip (Get back)
I-I-I-I'm too deep, just me and my grip (Grrah)
We gon' send your lil' bitch to the sky (To the sky)
Why you dissin' like niggas don't die (Niggas don't die)
I get money, you rappin' a lie (Rappin' a lie), opp ass niggas got lined by a ba' (Baba-ba)
Me and the gang, we gon' shake up the spot
Brother, he cop, the tougher get tough
Niggas mad they bitches thots (Yeah, yeah, on bro)
(Grrah, glah-glah, boom, damn, damn)
Bro-bro-bro we gon' beat him to death, bitch (Bitch), we gon' beat him to de-death (Glah, glah)
Bro we gon' beat him to death, bitch (Bitch), we gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah)
Bro-bro-bro we gon' beat him to death, bitch (Bitch), we gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah)
Bro-bro-bro we gon' beat him to death, bitch (Bitch), we gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah)
Damn, beat that bitch, he hop out, don't run, don't trip (Don't run, boom)
Glah, glah, beat that bitch, I'm too deep, just me and my grip (Get back)
Damn, beat that bitch, he hop out, don't run, don't trip (Don't run, boom)
Glah, glah, beat that bitch, I'm too deep, just me and my grip (Get back)
Man, these bitches be talkin' about me and I loved it (Yeah, what? Uh-huh)
Like, glah
Why these opp niggas all on my dick, all my niggas alive whilst your man's in a spliff (Like, damn)
Ayy, don't touch, shit got a kick (Like, damn), ayo, preme, pass the me the jits (Like, damn)
And these niggas been gettin' me tight, I might go to his father grave, take a piss (What the fuck?)
I ain't talkin' no radio gigs, my ooter gon' send 'em out just like a rift (Glah)
Niggas dissin' with like 8 dead mans (One, two, three, what the fuck?)
How you jackin' your hood so hard and you chillin' with niggas that's smokin' your man's (Everything dead)
Type of shit that I don't understand (Boom, baow), I just sit back and watch, like, "Damn" (Boom, boom, boom)
And these niggas say that we got beef, they be singin' our shit, man, these niggas be fans
Free my demons, put on for the set (Glah)
Got your thottie, she blow like a ref (Glah-glah, boom,)
I don't even try to up the 'net, but we run into boy, we gon' beat him to death (Bitch)
We gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah), no leg shots, only head (Boom, boom)
And her favorite color is yellow, I told her, "Fuck yellow, I only see red"
Why these opp niggas all on my dick (Boom, baow), on bro, niggas got me fat (Glah-glah, boom)
I might spin through their shit with like four of my niggas, we see an opp then we see red
Ball on the court and I shoot with my left
Oh, he say he gon' up with the left?
Pussy nigga get shot in your chest
Everything deady, they know I'm the vet'
He-he think he the illest, he think he the boss (Think he what?)
Get bought like a Pitbull, I do what I want (Get bought like a pup)
Got niggas who shoot with no rim in the box (Baow, baow), niggas weird, bitches bot (Grrah)
Keep me a Glock on the side of my hip
Bitches be dissin', get smacked on the zip (Gla, glah, glah)
Smoke your dead niggas, bitch when niggas be lyin', but cryin' and shit
Ayy, hop in the foreign, my bitch is a tourist
Bend by the back, but them niggas they borin'
Bitches be grip, can't link no bitch, don't speak to me, lil' bitch
Better watch your mouth, better watch your spots, don't speak on shit, let's do it now
This Glock go, baow (Ayy), run out (Gang)
Man, these bitches be talkin' about me and I loved it
Big Glock, he long, gon' up it
To me that bitch, she nothin', I don't give a fuck who party I'm bustin'
I don't give a fuck who you she knew (Grrah), don't drop my flag it's blue (It's blue)
Iffy Foreign, fuck with Woo, these bitches on top, they not bulletproof
Damn, beat that bitch, he hop out, don't run, don't trip (Don't run, boom)
Glah, glah, beat that bitch, I'm too deep, just me and my grip (Get back)
I-I-I-I'm too deep, just me and my grip (Grrah)
We gon' send your lil' bitch to the sky (To the sky)
Why you dissin' like niggas don't die (Niggas don't die)
I get money, you rappin' a lie (Rappin' a lie), opp ass niggas got lined by a ba' (Baba-ba)
Me and the gang, we gon' shake up the spot
Brother, he cop, the tougher get tough
Niggas mad they bitches thots (Yeah, yeah, on bro)
(Grrah, glah-glah, boom, damn, damn)
Bro-bro-bro we gon' beat him to death, bitch (Bitch), we gon' beat him to de-death (Glah, glah)
Bro we gon' beat him to death, bitch (Bitch), we gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah)
Bro-bro-bro we gon' beat him to death, bitch (Bitch), we gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah)
Bro-bro-bro we gon' beat him to death, bitch (Bitch), we gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah)
Damn, beat that bitch, he hop out, don't run, don't trip (Don't run, boom)
Glah, glah, beat that bitch, I'm too deep, just me and my grip (Get back)
Damn, beat that bitch, he hop out, don't run, don't trip (Don't run, boom)
Glah, glah, beat that bitch, I'm too deep, just me and my grip (Get back)
Man, these bitches be talkin' about me and I loved it (Yeah, what? Uh-huh)
