CLIFFHANGIN' Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Uh
Uh
It's the shit talking, drip often, Quit? Nah 'cause that boy is so fucking flawless
Got to take your wins wit your losses
And watch for the double crosses
Always keeping my grass clipped
They ain't love me like the cash did
I done waited for a long time
I'm a Jackboy, so the bag flipped
It was dry in the mud so I got it out the dirt
Sparing niggas, you could've striked first
But I'm on & the iron's burning hot
Hit your hoe, so she greet me with a smirk
Tip your cap like we beating over pots
Hope you knowing it could've been worse
I been mixing the green with the Grey Goose
I be chasing a check nigga no swoosh
It's the hit maker, risk taker, been favored, placed here by the Most High
The tastemaker, game changer (uh)
No NBA Street I been Bonafide
I just kill 'em, more accomplishments
Word murder never doing time
The beats really my accomplices
I'm Cliffhangin' if you plot against
What happened to that boy?
See he got eclipsed
Really they my sons
Guess it makes sense
Peek into my world
Let you get a glimpse
Flip a nina over
Turn her to a Six
If they making noise
Scratch 'em off the list
Pussy traded on me
May he rest in piss
Always been the type to tell it how it is
Always been the type to uh uh
If it's smoke fuck the Ozium, air it out
It ain't too many things that I care about
Got you questioning all of my whereabouts
Only time I'm a cat when she play the mouse
We gon shoot us a movie like Paramount
I'm a eat it and beat it and wear it out
Killing mics, I was bumping to Granny's house
It's some things I ain't taking for granted now
I'm a star that took over the planet, How?
The new normal, the rules and the regulations
Keep a glove while I'm rolling up Gary Payton
Started thinking 'bout owning a record label
Yearn Success got the horses up in the stable
You can't run with us, marching just like the navy
Bout the bread or the biscuit you keep the gravy
Remedy to the game that's been needing saving
It's the hit maker, risk taker, been favored, placed here by the Most High
The tastemaker, game changer (uh)
No NBA Street I been Bonafide
I just kill 'em, more accomplishments
Word murder never doing time
The beats really my accomplices
I'm Cliffhangin' if you plot against
What happened to that boy?
See he got eclipsed
Really they my sons
Guess it makes sense
Peek into my world
Let you get a glimpse
Flip a nina over
Turn her to a Six
If they making noise
Scratch 'em off the list
Pussy traded on me
May he rest in piss
Always been the type to tell it how it is
Always been the type to (tell it how it is uh)
Straight shooter nigga (ha)
Welcome to my universe (fa)
The One (uh) I'm gone