drift - the house [madhouse muzik group] lyrics
[verse 1: ralo mottz]
crank the engine yeah this is the start up
testing the camp i hope you got cha guard up
i’m smarter got st**z that influenced yo daughter
young wit the money like wayne wit the carter
my dedication got my head racing
getting head, facing got no patience for suckas
i took the laughs that came outta you bustas
and used it as fuel to get outta the gutter
talented n*gga don’t challenge a n*gga
yo kind ain’t kin to my caliber n*gga
shake up the town i’m a scavenger n*gga
can’t knock me off i got balance my n*gga
come & get wit a solid conglomerate
swear to whoever you pray to i got it b*tch
sh*t is different
my heart done went missing
working till i blister
come check out my vision
[verse 2: gordooma$cotto]
double over time gotta make it mine
thought i was in love must be out my mind
don’t be choosing sides
chair be on recline
i be kicked back cooling all the time
married to the money
cheated from the jump
all these pretty bad b*tches wanna f*ck
brodie in the cut
prolly fill you up
while i’m counting bands somewhere toasted up
n*ggas need to put they breaks on
have they ass on the headlines
and i ain’t talking bout no drake song
i been turnt the f*ck up since myke put a young n*gga on his first song
now its game on
now i gotta get these bands on put my fam on
[verse 3: trapp]
aye you know what it is
madhouse with the hits
act out you get hit
trapped out, make them flip
packs out for the lift
blue stacks with the strip
stacked up a that the crib
strapped up gotta live
back up before i give
backwoods staying lit
passing blunts round the crib
uh
can’t stop till it’s filled up
need a crib in the hills, bruh
sky view with tequila
vacuum with the sealer
f*ck a b*tch how it feel
split the sh*t the peal
i’m just here for a meal
i’m just gonna keep it real
[verse 4: pxro]
double cup ac with the perkys dropped in
that’s the house que yo ball hit the corner pocket
pxro the hot boy word to silk the shocka
never liked you new rappers you n*ggas awkward
started this sh*t up without a dollar
in the closet the mic covered with the sock
can’t feed my habits off of nickels, dimes
so it’s green by the acre house come an shop
herb gotta n*gga in the realest state, my medulla medusa
y’all n*ggas over saturated watered down like caucasian kool*aid
better knock it off or my mans a steel
all you brainiacs come meet your doomsday
pure eradication call it savication
gotta eat f*ck who need a spoon or plate
this put that fear in your hearts don’t it
b*tch i’m a dog got the bark on me
trapp brought them woods got the bark on em
always stay dipped got the sauce on me
made for the music but i’m not your stereo type
look who took off i hi arrived through the flight
vampire wired alive in the night
[verse 5: ao huncho]
big boss and street bully please watch ya tone when you speak to me
don’t do talking keep it brief wit ya
40 with me it’s a heat sensor
fat boy cause i eat n*ggas
sauté or it’s deep fried
nawfside to the east side
f*ck wit these guys n*gga we ride
what we smoking like mariah carey with a megaphone hitting high notes
limit is the ceiling that’s not how i’m feeling
i’m just tryna keep the sky close
wide awake but my eyes low
all that talking come and try hoe
taught yo shortie how to ride slow
now she got it covered like she gieco
god d*mn
father forgive me
don’t mean to murder the sh*t you created
i want the money not tryna be famous
ao the huncho my middle name greatness
either these n*ggas are smoking on d*cks
or they put on this earth to be nothing but haters
humble savage i’m not signing no major
money my language so hasta luega n*gga
[verse 6: nasty neekz]
keep them fake n*ggas from around my way
n*ggas say they got love when i’m down how sway
running laps around all of these b*tches
i’ma start charging a fee of admission
12 am up late on a mission
gone off of some type prescription
mindset to strong don’t knock my pimping
stayed down when n*ggas shifted
sorry ass hoes need to mind they business
tried to tell em all but these hoes won’t listen
won’t be satisfied till i k!ll em all even the witness
see i gotta trouble mind trying to see
who the f*ck these n*ggas out here trying to be
i see who you is ain’t no lying to me
that’s why these bum ass n*ggas can’t get no reply from me
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