"Sighborg" lyrics
Fuck going on
Ey watch out
Yeah
What's happening?
My cup right here
I ain't got nothing in it though
All these gun in a cockpit
All these guns in a cockpit
We finna start a moshpit
By the time you go get your gun, you going to be got shot
Video in my hood, many views on my block
Time out, what you mean? Ain't no calling time out
Beat box with the drum, making noise
Nigga making fake news, unemployed
Better bring a gun, you trying buy a gun
On the block all day, my arm smell like onion
Same drip, but a nigga touching money
See the narcs cross the street, they creeping
Nigga cuffing on the hoe, play defense
The way my partner work his pole, he decent
I feel like I'm better
I got a, I can afford Mason Margiela
Backwoods be cap it don't taste like vanilla
12 blitz my mama house, put my guns in my sister's room
Kick the door down, you better not move
On the propane, real gas fumes
Backstage, catching shit in the green room
Free GB Strap, he get out with a lean gut
Rob a nigga blind, I swear I ain't seen none
Way I catch plays, I could have went D1
Lazer on a Glock, you hit with a ray gun
Spray paint the gang on a stop sign
Everybody break they neck, a cop siren
Something wrong with my blick, it won't stop firing
Use her for everything she got, she got a bot mind
Life sentence on this Gen 5
Life sentence on this ARP
Lil twin worried cause I smoke too much weed
Suck dick too long, she hurting her knees
Watch him 'cause he crush the perc' in his weed
Real cheese head, could've went to Green Bay
Ice cubes in my drank, today was a good day
Fine hoe get skimped, today shouldn't have shop with me
Zips 180, not a buck fifty
Dislocated his shoulder, he try to work the LMG
Standing right in trap, make him bag the weed
Trying to start a farm, I might plant the seed
Wake up with my gun in her bed, I shouldn't have went to sleep
Can't stab me in the back, you go to walk in front of me
Wassup with the cap rap, cap talk?
Work the glizzy, shoot his cap off
Stick it where the sun don't go for no back talk
I got guns and drugs and money at midnight
I just ran off with yo shit, I see daylight
If you rich, I show her how to scam you
He gon' shit, got shit in his pamper
First one to shoot, but I'm a rapper
If your bitch choose, know I'm a clap her
I know he need help, boy need some back up
I know a dead end we can shoot guns at
Ey watch out
Yeah
What's happening?
My cup right here
I ain't got nothing in it though
All these gun in a cockpit
All these guns in a cockpit
We finna start a moshpit
By the time you go get your gun, you going to be got shot
Video in my hood, many views on my block
Time out, what you mean? Ain't no calling time out
Beat box with the drum, making noise
Nigga making fake news, unemployed
Better bring a gun, you trying buy a gun
On the block all day, my arm smell like onion
Same drip, but a nigga touching money
See the narcs cross the street, they creeping
Nigga cuffing on the hoe, play defense
The way my partner work his pole, he decent
I feel like I'm better
I got a, I can afford Mason Margiela
Backwoods be cap it don't taste like vanilla
12 blitz my mama house, put my guns in my sister's room
Kick the door down, you better not move
On the propane, real gas fumes
Backstage, catching shit in the green room
Free GB Strap, he get out with a lean gut
Rob a nigga blind, I swear I ain't seen none
Way I catch plays, I could have went D1
Lazer on a Glock, you hit with a ray gun
Spray paint the gang on a stop sign
Everybody break they neck, a cop siren
Something wrong with my blick, it won't stop firing
Use her for everything she got, she got a bot mind
Life sentence on this Gen 5
Life sentence on this ARP
Lil twin worried cause I smoke too much weed
Suck dick too long, she hurting her knees
Watch him 'cause he crush the perc' in his weed
Real cheese head, could've went to Green Bay
Ice cubes in my drank, today was a good day
Fine hoe get skimped, today shouldn't have shop with me
Zips 180, not a buck fifty
Dislocated his shoulder, he try to work the LMG
Standing right in trap, make him bag the weed
Trying to start a farm, I might plant the seed
Wake up with my gun in her bed, I shouldn't have went to sleep
Can't stab me in the back, you go to walk in front of me
Wassup with the cap rap, cap talk?
Work the glizzy, shoot his cap off
Stick it where the sun don't go for no back talk
I got guns and drugs and money at midnight
I just ran off with yo shit, I see daylight
If you rich, I show her how to scam you
He gon' shit, got shit in his pamper
First one to shoot, but I'm a rapper
If your bitch choose, know I'm a clap her
I know he need help, boy need some back up
I know a dead end we can shoot guns at
