Sir Sinner Lyrics

Fuck it

I'm horny

I'm Denji

Bitch it's Sir Sinner, repent me

Know that these niggas resent me

But me, I love animosity

Please keep talking, I love all the gossiping

Niggas big stepping, a mother fucking marching band

Moving lowkey, like some mother fucking contraband

We rocking and rolling, got all kinds of bands

Make a lil play

Do my lil dance

Never clutch on a glock

If we throwing hands?

Come and see me in the city

And these bitches loose change

Fell in love with pretty penny

Hate my golds, so I took them bitches out

Can't play with hoes, unless I stretch em out

No back and forth off the strength of word of mouth

You put a bag on my head

Gone and up the amount

You said I'm an ass

I'm really a dick

I'll still make you sick

No stick in the whip

Stick shifting the whip

Still going stupid

Cause ignorance bliss

Jumped off the curb

Wipe the dirt off my dick

I know you remember

Dropped ignant and shit

Same damn summer

It is what it is

(Aye)

Get pushed to the limit

Don't test me no litmus

We burning the tree

Twelfth day after Christmas

Shout out to England

I'm talking my cousins

Yeah, Josh and Ricardo

You built up a dynasty

Watch it get toppled

Yo eggs getting scrambled, get folded like omelette

In city like Caleb and trust I'm not lying

I love that you hate me

I love being honest

Your memory dying

Go kick you a rock

Jump off the cliff

Get sent up to Zion

I talk to the most high

She kept it a bean

Stop being pussy

Go chase you a dream

So I'm chasing like two

Nah I'm chasing like three

She punching my ticket

This meal ain't for free

I'm cutting you up like my wrists at thirteen

I'm burning you up like my wrist at fourteen

Fuck it

I'm cooking, I'm Sanji

Still actin so outta pocket

Bitch give me the whole cake

Proof in the pudding, that shit is a closed case

I'm smoking to old Zay

Tryna paint me a portrait for images portrayed

Kuy how long you been this way?

I think since the fourth grade

I'm snatching the crown and give to my queen

Don't wanna be king

Props to my cuz, he roll up the leaf

Recognize Killa, he killing these beats

Recognize Sinner, he taming the beast

Recognize Kuy, he born in the East

Born in the storm

This is strike two

And to be fair

You been fucking warned

Fuck with the bull, you getting the horns

Bitch it's Sir Sinner, don't need me a chorus

My heart filled with holes, got broke by a Taurus

I'm the observer

Stop tryna to show me, I'm already knowing

Hmmm, ok ok

Lemme take it this way

There's blood on the pavement

There's blood on the stainless

Stealing your life

Niggas clutching the iron for wrinkles in time

I ain't see shit,

like nigga I'm blind

They said Sinner is sick

Nah nigga, I'm fine

I'm higher than taxes but niggas still blasting

They killing the vibe

I'm mean with the pot, lemme cook, aye

They ran in my spot like seventh grade

She sick to her stomach, no bellyache

Was in crib watching Belly, aye

Smoking tree, never sell it, aye

Think I'm trippin but it's okay

Shawty talking bout retrograde

Goddamn it

Don't know her name

I'm really sporadic

Not really the GOAT but you wanna go at it

Melt yo girl heart like a flame to some plastic

I'm feeling like Nudy

This shit could get nasty

You upping that fire

Imma tell you to blast it