Cyssero - One Shot Kill lyrics
rate meNo enough cut that!
Yo put that joint off
Whatcha doing?
Sometimes you gotta rise above this
Sometimes you gotta step on it
Don’t sing that song, man!
Yo check it out, this industry
Will turn your best friends into your worst enemies
Hulk warned me, but I didn’t believe him
This song was made moths ago
He probably won’t believe me
Maybe nobody will
But frankly I don’t give a fuck
Drop dead John DJ enough
Yeah let’s just get this clear turn me up
I’m not talking my little dream chaser
Y’all do your thing
Continue to do your thing
Young rival bands ain’t no more
Gave you a spot
Me and J-head cosigned
We gave a cab made you pop
Chris P to your knee fed your creed to the street
Charlie K made you on
Everybody got a gun
You just got caught with one
Got your wrist lock
And came home
These nuts and these cops for real
Made you slip off
Thank God for Rick Ross
But I’m glad that you made it myself
You had to look at you in the mirror
I know you hated myself
No bread no leaf nigger totally broke
Looking like a smoker
Whatcha bout to cop me some coke nigger
I mean for real though
Know this shit for real though
I know we ain’t like this
But we keeping it real though
Y’all was in the same
We was 1-60 cooping
Slime dunking on the3 balls
We were out here...
Should’ve seen your face
You were sick to your stomach
Cause I was fucking on that bitch that you wanted
I understand, dumb young man
Make the money, money don’t make the young man
You see I get love
From every hustler every thug
You used to run around
And swept me inside every club
Come on Meek ask my nigger chub can’t respect it
Chase around E class to get me on a racket
Be little Snoop, I know you on the loop now
Just hope it ain’t the loophole when you poking the...
Ow I turn your dreams into nightmares
Fucking Freddy Krueger right here
I’m a problem for a problem
Way this shit 2 probably shouldn’t be your ...
When they talk future legends
You ain’t even in the column
My hood name C4 got a bomb
Tired of his acting, never clever repetitive
If it was me or Kendra Lemar
I was the same day we both would’ve went black
And I don’t really care to know
Just hope you ain’t sell your soul to Bentley Go go
Went from a humble broke nigger to a clown with money
That’s what happens when you put never hads around some money
Tragic little stunt on twitter I found it funny
Smoked and laughed at it and decided snap
You’re like my son, I’m ashamed of you
Shitted on real niggers who went and created a lane for you
Admit it right to yourself
And I was thought to take light from those who wanna take light from themselves
Free...abnormally show you not
Your ball hop from...to Cyssero
Murdered you on your own song on a
This is lyrical auto shot man down call the cop
Rap about your money and your whips go ahead
Go ahead rap about your honeys and your wrist go ahead
Well God damn, if...was my man
I had a million bulks, I would’ve gave him 5 grands
That the story you really telling
Ain’t you me, what story you really selling
Get the fuck out of dodge, get the fuck out of here
That’s the fucking molly talking, you can’t fuck with a god
Got my poker face on and I’m bluffing yo cards
Can’t see me but think you can I’m a fucking mirage
Nigger, never ever you win forever you lose
Whenever you decide to slip on me forever you snooze
Gracefully bow out all this pride..
See why pretty boys flow better than you
Come on man please you can’t keep it with the half speed
Practice on you like my speed bang
Dirty like my man Reed
This ain’t even the land slot this is sink hole
Your whole career to drop
Try me if you don’t think so
Meek Mill chill
Just kill Meek Mill
I do it big for this
Hold up wait a minute
Y’all thought I was finished?
Talking all that gangsta shit on YouTube
That’s a gimmick
I ain’t hearing them threats Meek
Niggers bout they business
Seen the right to your eyeballs
I know I make you chill it
Nigger I know no bitching
I ain’t the one to come this week
Riding around with them killers
...sliding around my side of town
That file out in them villas
Who you think you’re scaring?
Listen you ain’t scary
Everywhere I be at ain’t nobody scaring me
Put that on my peep
You don’t cut no fair in me
Nigger use a girl box make the world...
Remember me, they gonna remember me
For turning they favorite MC into a memory
This nigger talking fine yeah that’s a..
I have 50 dudes, 100 all center piece
See I’m the one here, before I even finish
They compare me to ASAP, J Cole and Kendrick Lamar
Nice grill on the wheel see identical the car
All beef get slaughtered like I live on the farm
Me no gangsta, just know when to do gangsta shit
And run with gangsters that will get gangsta shit
Spike bottle full of drank to sip
Chop my style chop my..
But I fuck around with them fuck arounds
Might fuck around and get fucked around
Nigger fuck around with no hope
Niggers come bust you down with no chop
And I hate that them haters hate me
Lock me in a room with two chicks and let them rape me
Spit like they taught me go hell about this
Body wrappers and hip hop fans and
Thank me nigger
You can thank me now should I wait?
I wait, I wait I wait
Thank me later I drink
And Imma thank God I’m still alive and living
Cross me live with your head like a child’s crib
Bang, my whole fam eat this feast
Don’t know how to say no easy street
Easy duff running through this crazy shit
So I call game like let me hold your Jesus piece
Your homey down cause he wrong
Lil nigger peace hard
Shine like a blood diamond, be star
Fuck fame, I wanna see stomachs getting fed
So I body these niggers, one to the head
Tell me what is gonna be
This ain’t what you want
Call it how I see it so
This ain’t what you want
I’m on the road
Doing shows somewhere
This ain’t what you want
Here’s the road you can go I know
This ain’t what you want
I hear a nigger a believer
This ain’t what you want
And I guarantee this ain’t what you want
Out from the little and I reckon this ain’t what you want
I rub’em up and I got cause
This ain’t what you want
