Nerves
๐ต 1850 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:26 duration
๐ ID: 17658735
๐ Lyrics
Throwing flashbang
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Resting my foot on your head
I just conquered your land, had to slaughter your clan
Now your fans is my fans abide chain of command
While you swallow them xans and embarrass your parents
You a pinhead nigga, I'm not gonna spare you
My two cents bigger, still chirp like canaries
I FedEx zip-up, something mysterious
Not no drive by nerve agent wrapped if u curious
Got my eyes wide shut
Smoking my blunt
You a roach like my cigarette butt
Get put out, look at what you put out
You a sound cloud cutout
Calling your hood out
Wall paper gang members thinking it's good now fuck you then pull out
What am I good for
Sliding my flow in your bitch while my wood stroke
Nigga I could tho
Nigga, I'll kick a doe
If it's a stick 'em all don't bring that tat-too gun rather stick and poke
I'm asking you, what got you to kill the seven men?
And I'm telling you because the cops let me keep killing them, Nick! Don't you get it?
Not everybody is killing seven people
So there must have been something in you that was getting you to do it!
Oh, you are lost, Nick!
So, explain
I was a hitchhiking hooker
Right
Right where we left off you actin' crisscross
Scrubbing like dish wash
Makes me sick, like blood clots, Chris bosh shoot at three points like Chris Paul
Use your head as a kick-off
This ain't no kids job
Point that shit spray at the ground 'til you blue in the face while you Crip walk
I don't know bout you nigga my shits hard I eat these rappers for lunch while I sit far
Away from the crowd 'cause I know it, I speak like a poet
I don't wanna show it my actions heroic they stop I keep going
Beat your ass like a favor I owe you
I know I control you 11 like ocean
Got my niggas around me, we scoping I'm peeping I'm posted
Like a stamp on that card you not holding, arriving some time in the postal
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Resting my foot on your head
I just conquered your land, had to slaughter your clan
Now your fans is my fans abide chain of command
While you swallow them xans and embarrass your parents
You a pinhead nigga, I'm not gonna spare you
My two cents bigger, still chirp like canaries
I FedEx zip-up, something mysterious
Not no drive by nerve agent wrapped if u curious
Got my eyes wide shut
Smoking my blunt
You a roach like my cigarette butt
Get put out, look at what you put out
You a sound cloud cutout
Calling your hood out
Wall paper gang members thinking it's good now fuck you then pull out
What am I good for
Sliding my flow in your bitch while my wood stroke
Nigga I could tho
Nigga, I'll kick a doe
If it's a stick 'em all don't bring that tat-too gun rather stick and poke
I'm asking you, what got you to kill the seven men?
And I'm telling you because the cops let me keep killing them, Nick! Don't you get it?
Not everybody is killing seven people
So there must have been something in you that was getting you to do it!
Oh, you are lost, Nick!
So, explain
I was a hitchhiking hooker
Right
Right where we left off you actin' crisscross
Scrubbing like dish wash
Makes me sick, like blood clots, Chris bosh shoot at three points like Chris Paul
Use your head as a kick-off
This ain't no kids job
Point that shit spray at the ground 'til you blue in the face while you Crip walk
I don't know bout you nigga my shits hard I eat these rappers for lunch while I sit far
Away from the crowd 'cause I know it, I speak like a poet
I don't wanna show it my actions heroic they stop I keep going
Beat your ass like a favor I owe you
I know I control you 11 like ocean
Got my niggas around me, we scoping I'm peeping I'm posted
Like a stamp on that card you not holding, arriving some time in the postal
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.24] Throwing flashbang
[00:02.22] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
[00:03.93] Resting my foot on your head
[00:05.16] I just conquered your land, had to slaughter your clan
[00:07.66] Now your fans is my fans abide chain of command
[00:09.06] While you swallow them xans and embarrass your parents
[00:10.80] You a pinhead nigga, I'm not gonna spare you
[00:12.96] My two cents bigger, still chirp like canaries
[00:14.70] I FedEx zip-up, something mysterious
[00:16.99] Not no drive by nerve agent wrapped if u curious
[00:18.66] Got my eyes wide shut
[00:19.99] Smoking my blunt
[00:20.87] You a roach like my cigarette butt
[00:22.02] Get put out, look at what you put out
[00:23.62] You a sound cloud cutout
[00:24.37] Calling your hood out
[00:25.66] Wall paper gang members thinking it's good now fuck you then pull out
[00:28.54] What am I good for
[00:29.46] Sliding my flow in your bitch while my wood stroke
[00:31.51] Nigga I could tho
[00:32.47] Nigga, I'll kick a doe
[00:33.68] If it's a stick 'em all don't bring that tat-too gun rather stick and poke
[00:37.77] I'm asking you, what got you to kill the seven men?
[00:39.65] And I'm telling you because the cops let me keep killing them, Nick! Don't you get it?
[00:42.93] Not everybody is killing seven people
[00:46.05] So there must have been something in you that was getting you to do it!
[00:49.10] Oh, you are lost, Nick!
[00:50.88] So, explain
[00:52.44] I was a hitchhiking hooker
[00:53.89] Right
[00:54.73] Right where we left off you actin' crisscross
[00:55.98] Scrubbing like dish wash
[00:56.81] Makes me sick, like blood clots, Chris bosh shoot at three points like Chris Paul
[01:00.16] Use your head as a kick-off
[01:01.65] This ain't no kids job
[01:02.56] Point that shit spray at the ground 'til you blue in the face while you Crip walk
[01:05.23] I don't know bout you nigga my shits hard I eat these rappers for lunch while I sit far
[01:09.85] Away from the crowd 'cause I know it, I speak like a poet
[01:11.93] I don't wanna show it my actions heroic they stop I keep going
[01:15.33] Beat your ass like a favor I owe you
[01:16.84] I know I control you 11 like ocean
[01:19.10] Got my niggas around me, we scoping I'm peeping I'm posted
[01:21.50] Like a stamp on that card you not holding, arriving some time in the postal
[01:24.91]
[00:02.22] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
[00:03.93] Resting my foot on your head
[00:05.16] I just conquered your land, had to slaughter your clan
[00:07.66] Now your fans is my fans abide chain of command
[00:09.06] While you swallow them xans and embarrass your parents
[00:10.80] You a pinhead nigga, I'm not gonna spare you
[00:12.96] My two cents bigger, still chirp like canaries
[00:14.70] I FedEx zip-up, something mysterious
[00:16.99] Not no drive by nerve agent wrapped if u curious
[00:18.66] Got my eyes wide shut
[00:19.99] Smoking my blunt
[00:20.87] You a roach like my cigarette butt
[00:22.02] Get put out, look at what you put out
[00:23.62] You a sound cloud cutout
[00:24.37] Calling your hood out
[00:25.66] Wall paper gang members thinking it's good now fuck you then pull out
[00:28.54] What am I good for
[00:29.46] Sliding my flow in your bitch while my wood stroke
[00:31.51] Nigga I could tho
[00:32.47] Nigga, I'll kick a doe
[00:33.68] If it's a stick 'em all don't bring that tat-too gun rather stick and poke
[00:37.77] I'm asking you, what got you to kill the seven men?
[00:39.65] And I'm telling you because the cops let me keep killing them, Nick! Don't you get it?
[00:42.93] Not everybody is killing seven people
[00:46.05] So there must have been something in you that was getting you to do it!
[00:49.10] Oh, you are lost, Nick!
[00:50.88] So, explain
[00:52.44] I was a hitchhiking hooker
[00:53.89] Right
[00:54.73] Right where we left off you actin' crisscross
[00:55.98] Scrubbing like dish wash
[00:56.81] Makes me sick, like blood clots, Chris bosh shoot at three points like Chris Paul
[01:00.16] Use your head as a kick-off
[01:01.65] This ain't no kids job
[01:02.56] Point that shit spray at the ground 'til you blue in the face while you Crip walk
[01:05.23] I don't know bout you nigga my shits hard I eat these rappers for lunch while I sit far
[01:09.85] Away from the crowd 'cause I know it, I speak like a poet
[01:11.93] I don't wanna show it my actions heroic they stop I keep going
[01:15.33] Beat your ass like a favor I owe you
[01:16.84] I know I control you 11 like ocean
[01:19.10] Got my niggas around me, we scoping I'm peeping I'm posted
[01:21.50] Like a stamp on that card you not holding, arriving some time in the postal
[01:24.91]