文本歌词

Gun Harmonizing (feat. Crooked I|Explicit) - Royce da 5'9'/Crooked I
Somebody lift me up yeahhh
And give me a hannnnnd
Give me a ride I'm slidin off the highway
There's a curve in the road
I don't know when I'm going crazy'
Verbalizin my fiend murder
Communicatin while you debatin usin machine squirters
Brrap that trigger's my tongue I let you lick it
Ni**a that fo'-fifth'll lift a ni**a whole clique up
The Lord call for your soul it's time to go pick up
Answer the horn it's blowin at you you cold stiff up
My heat heatin my whole hip up all we do is court strippers
Your metal freezin like it's a morgue zipper
I (I) ride around with Preme
Not the Preme from Queens but the Preme from twim
'Bout to change the game 'bout to fly the desert eagle
For y'all people like the wing's the clip and the barrel's the beak
My perilous fleece I'ma throw on them diamonds
I'm a pharaoh deceased like a spawn was rhymin
And I would advice ya not attempt to
New (Temptations) the gun harmonizin
Every bullet's a note
I write with a firing pen every time the trigger pull it's a quote
Inside a poof full of smoke
Sniffin lines of that gunpowder I'm hotter than a pair of boots and a coat
And a turtleneck
The best rapper alive could be the best rapper that died a murderous
If you ain't get it by now I'm suicidal
I'm wild a ni**a better than me is who I ain't heard of yet
So I ain't murdered yet
He ain't even been born his momma's a virgin she ain't even furtile yet
Prepare to get back - next time you take a sh*t
Stand and turn around and look in the toilet then compare me to THAT
Don't compare me to none of these motherf**kin
Wannabe hustlers tough until they standin in front of me duckin
It's off with yo' head ni**a 'less you one of them Dodgers
We sound off as one we gun harmonize
This sh*t is musical my spit is beautiful
And if the best rapper died we'd be sittin at Nickel's funeral
But we ain't dyin cause our trigger finger nail you
As quick as you clip a cuticle hollows'll hit your follicles
I split your wig from far away like a long arm barber
Then lift your weight like a strong arm robber
Put that on Moses I rely on my ride
As sure as Satan's tongue lyin to God everybody dyin
It's like you standin in a circular firing squad
Singers for hire I find him a job
You see the gauge baritone the revolver's a tenor
Way the shots spin your body I'ma call 'em 'The Spinners'
Call 'em 'Earth Wind & Fire' put you beneath the earth wind and fire
Feel the fire that burnt Richard Pryor
I'm keepin two guns I named 'em Romeo and Juliet
Make you take five like you and your homies on the movie set
BLAOW