"Connoisseur" lyrics
Uh!
A fifty box of L's my hobby
We dump the color wasabi
Trollers don't mind me, got a lot a free time like Tommy
They chicken scratch, your writin' arm is sloppy
When I get on, I'm top seed and drop V's, your GOAT's a carbon copy
New foreign Nikes and my garments pricey
It's mental dawg, better you harm a psyche, y'all ain't even almost like me
Quiet storms and riot swarms excite me
Pen in my own ink to the drop just might be cool kilo on the white tee
Who wants some shit wit' me? All beef cooked to a fricassee
Just point me in the right direction bought curse and kicked to dree
Life's full of chances, dawg, as long as you gamble, the liquor's free
Karmas pose is all I need
BIG told us that Niggas Bleed
I know ya wonder, if I'll go under
My albums summer, my sound is thunder
Your style is sucka
The world's a bitch God bless the child that suffered
Those we grew up with don't smile for dumb shit, still pile a hundreds (Uh)
Uh! Got back up off the floor now it's time to sore (Time to sore)
Still got the hunger for more, product connoisseur (Connoisseur)
If you can shoot then you can score, know the art of war (Art of war)
Then sped it back, head crack racks on the marble floor (Marble floor)
Uh! Got back up off the floor now it's time to sore (Time to sore)
Still got the hunger for more, product connoisseur (Connoisseur)
If you can shoot then you can score, know the art of war (Art of war)
Then sped it back, head crack racks on the marble floor (Marble floor)
Yo!
Emeralds, diamonds, rubies on my way to Louie
Brazilian braids and doobies, different ways to move me
Rusty blade to chop screwy's, they out here doin' cop duties
I had the game by the uzi, since release dates were Tuesday
I'm tailor made for this jewelry, I'm switchin' planes and woozy
I heard you, claimed you would shoot me then became a groupie
Too many lames got in my lane, excuse me
Plated my name in Gucci
Truman Show run, everyday's a movie
I'm who they counted on, winnin' is all parmesan
Comic Con, a bunch of them characters costumes slidin' on
You went about it wrong, can't even keep ya comments on
Kevlar on my songs, me and jealousy never got along
Gave em' my number, nothin' changed since, niggas just dialed it wrong
Thousands strong, twenty new zones keepin' ya houses warm
Backed ya favorite hazards on, a hundred more miles and gone
Back for the clean up they been waitin' too long
Uh! Got back up off the floor now it's time to sore (Time to sore)
Still got the hunger for more, product connoisseur (Connoisseur)
If you can shoot then you can score, know the art of war (Art of war)
Then sped it back, head crack racks on the marble floor (Marble floor)
Uh! Got back up off the floor now it's time to sore (Time to sore)
Still got the hunger for more, product connoisseur (Connoisseur)
If you can shoot then you can score, know the art of war (Art of war)
Then sped it back, head crack racks on the marble floor (Marble floor)
A fifty box of L's my hobby
We dump the color wasabi
Trollers don't mind me, got a lot a free time like Tommy
They chicken scratch, your writin' arm is sloppy
When I get on, I'm top seed and drop V's, your GOAT's a carbon copy
New foreign Nikes and my garments pricey
It's mental dawg, better you harm a psyche, y'all ain't even almost like me
Quiet storms and riot swarms excite me
Pen in my own ink to the drop just might be cool kilo on the white tee
Who wants some shit wit' me? All beef cooked to a fricassee
Just point me in the right direction bought curse and kicked to dree
Life's full of chances, dawg, as long as you gamble, the liquor's free
Karmas pose is all I need
BIG told us that Niggas Bleed
I know ya wonder, if I'll go under
My albums summer, my sound is thunder
Your style is sucka
The world's a bitch God bless the child that suffered
Those we grew up with don't smile for dumb shit, still pile a hundreds (Uh)
Uh! Got back up off the floor now it's time to sore (Time to sore)
Still got the hunger for more, product connoisseur (Connoisseur)
If you can shoot then you can score, know the art of war (Art of war)
Then sped it back, head crack racks on the marble floor (Marble floor)
Uh! Got back up off the floor now it's time to sore (Time to sore)
Still got the hunger for more, product connoisseur (Connoisseur)
If you can shoot then you can score, know the art of war (Art of war)
Then sped it back, head crack racks on the marble floor (Marble floor)
Yo!
Emeralds, diamonds, rubies on my way to Louie
Brazilian braids and doobies, different ways to move me
Rusty blade to chop screwy's, they out here doin' cop duties
I had the game by the uzi, since release dates were Tuesday
I'm tailor made for this jewelry, I'm switchin' planes and woozy
I heard you, claimed you would shoot me then became a groupie
Too many lames got in my lane, excuse me
Plated my name in Gucci
Truman Show run, everyday's a movie
I'm who they counted on, winnin' is all parmesan
Comic Con, a bunch of them characters costumes slidin' on
You went about it wrong, can't even keep ya comments on
Kevlar on my songs, me and jealousy never got along
Gave em' my number, nothin' changed since, niggas just dialed it wrong
Thousands strong, twenty new zones keepin' ya houses warm
Backed ya favorite hazards on, a hundred more miles and gone
Back for the clean up they been waitin' too long
Uh! Got back up off the floor now it's time to sore (Time to sore)
Still got the hunger for more, product connoisseur (Connoisseur)
If you can shoot then you can score, know the art of war (Art of war)
Then sped it back, head crack racks on the marble floor (Marble floor)
Uh! Got back up off the floor now it's time to sore (Time to sore)
Still got the hunger for more, product connoisseur (Connoisseur)
If you can shoot then you can score, know the art of war (Art of war)
Then sped it back, head crack racks on the marble floor (Marble floor)
