8KRPM ft. Synsy Lyrics

Eight thousand rounds per minute

The engine is screamin'

The bass shake the ground like drillin'

A menace, a villain

I am and I will forever be

You keep tellin' me I can't

I already upped my heat

Take a seat

Got the heat full blast

All the smoke hit ya face like bullets

You gon regret what you talkin'

Cuz when we walkin' we pull up

I been growin' no pull up

I be rockin' the movement

In the language of cap most these rappers are fluent

Ion get what they spewin', uh

All yall sound the same

The scene need some renewin'

You ain't found yo own lane

Just copy what they all doin'

But when you do a fuckin' show it's just yo homies out queuin', huh

Now I'm bursting on the scene, yeah

Just to fuck up your day

Spanish bitches fucking wit' me

Got my mic on delay

Think I'm famous

Gucci shades shine in the nighttime

Me, Ocy and Loki make it worldwide so we take flight

NORTHCYDE stackin' bands like a festival

Rockstar shit, got yo bitch on my testicles

Backstage gymnastics, she nasty and flexible

Way she go down make my dick undetectable

NC the only team that I'm reppin'

We get to steppin'

If we need that collection

I'm finna get it no question

I'm feeling reckless for seconds

Until I fix up and check it

Gimme the mic and I'll wreck it

You shaking fucking up your words like dyslexics

Eight thousand rounds per minute

The engine is screamin'

The bass shake the ground like drillin'

A menace, a villain

I am and I will forever be

You keep tellin' me I can't

I already upped my heat

Take a seat

Got the heat full blast

All the smoke hit ya face like bullets

You gon regret what you talkin'

Cuz when we walkin' we pull up

Who the fuck you talkin' to boy get yo bands up

Soldiers in my squadron, we all takin' equal pay cuts

Cash flow like a muhfuckin' river

Run up on the soldiers and leave leakin' out yo liver

Slither the fuck out

When snakes about

We sniff them out

And stomp them 6 feet 'neath the ground

Got it ready

Whip revvin'

Use my words as a weapon

Bout to spin through your block

Send any fuckboys to heaven

Loki Wildin in this bitch

We finna fuck up your section

Chalking lines around their bodies

Whited out like a correction

Accept defeat, uh

You can't stop me or Synsy, Loki

You highkey too weak

Ain't got no technique

I TEC-9 the beat

Leave it deceased

Bitch I set it

Don't forget it

Meet your maker any second

Cross me my disciples crucify you

Someone grab the reverend, uh

Rounds of applause or the rounds we get to clappin'

Imma leave, avoid the puddles just like we was playin' Tekken

Eight thousand rounds per minute

Eight thousand rounds

Eight thousand rounds per minute

E-, e-, e-, e-, e-, e-, e-, e-

Eight thousand rounds per minute

The engine is screamin'

The bass shake the ground like drillin'

A menace, a villain

I am and I will forever be

You keep tellin' me I can't

I already upped my heat

Take a seat

Got the heat full blast

All the smoke hit ya face like bullets

You gon regret what you talkin'

Cuz when we walkin' we pull up

You jogging laps around your block when we come through

Bitches actin' bad around me

Tell 'em bring their friends too