Kevlaar 7 & Woodenchainz - Ask About Me feat. Bronze Nazareth & Styles P lyrics
rate me[Hook]
I’m the hardest, I speak my life, when they hand me the mike
So I’m just another gangster that made it
Going round your face with the blade,
Acting like a king yeah, the shave that they said
Hip hop is dead, but ain’t come here to save it
I’m just tryina get my cash and bounce
Y’all niggas is whack, your burn faster than a half of ounce
Shoot the pallbearers just to see the casket bounce
I’m the sickest nigga wicked nigga
Niggas ask about me!
Ask about explicit life like writtens
Lay back between reality and carnivorism intentions
Unshaving heat and spitting live on locations
Scraping bone with a blade where the turntables blazing
Gazing across the pavement, reflecting the rain in the stain glass
Shit’s amazing
My pupils dilating, godly heathen, shopping out in Sweden
Autographs seekers, seeking validation vintage dreaming
Salem west craving story line, I fuck news cast bitches
I don’t fuck with desperate women
Mid 30’s rolling in a midsize limoun
More traits in my location, this is spinal tat vision
Hell is empty and this is where al the devils living
My eyes darken direction of Columbian thighs
And assassin eyes spot me, get up and snatch him outy
Legendary homie nigga, ask about me
[Hook]
I’m the hardest, I speak my life, when they hand me the mike
So I’m just another gangster that made it
Going round your face with the blade,
Acting like a king yeah, the shave that they said
Hip hop is dead, but ain’t come here to save it
I’m just tryina get my cash and bounce
Y’all niggas is whack, your burn faster than a half of ounce
Shoot the pallbearers just to see the casket bounce
I’m the sickest nigga wicked nigga
Niggas ask about me!
Hey yo, my first task, while I eat in black ski mask
Each starter is a slave chain linked to my past
Migraine it’s a chip in the glass
Thomas Peterson said don’t vote, it’s a trick in the hat
Split the track like peach has, predict the math
Water walk Jesus feet diplomat, script to act
You all talk like the chupacapra, 12 shooters follow
And your suit just hollow, sip out the …bottle
I treat water foul like the white owl
Leave her back split, inside the drum patterns
Dope flows I traffic, ..around my neck lavish
Respect is like a one way door, it’s no back step
I eat your cypher like … versus tiger bet
Eskimo fire, I burn from out the underground
Degree hit man for hire, shoot turn around and leave
No promotion we ain’t counties, same bounties, but ask about me
[Hook]
I’m the hardest, I speak my life, when they hand me the mike
So I’m just another gangster that made it
Going round your face with the blade,
Acting like a king yeah, the shave that they said
Hip hop is dead, but ain’t come here to save it
I’m just tryina get my cash and bounce
Y’all niggas is whack, your burn faster than a half of ounce
Shoot the pallbearers just to see the casket bounce
I’m the sickest nigga wicked nigga
Niggas ask about me!
