Sinisters Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
I got sinisters in every room wit me
I got sinisters in every room wit me
I got hundreds spread out on the bed wit me
Same time goin' dummy
Made 100 somethin moves in one day Im too far ahead nigga
I got sinisters in every room wit me
I got hundreds spread on the bed wit me
Same time goin' dummy
Made 100 somethin moves in one day Im too far ahead
On this high bridge blowing smoke out my nose
My motion aint stoppin aint striking no pose yea
Post in the hood where the load at
Cookin in the pot I been digging where the gold at
Every 25 minutes I drop off a bomb
I ride for my nigga he right or he wrong
Smoke in the air bout to fire up a bong
Tats in my arm got it written in stone
Yeahhh
Drop off and pick up
Its time for a fill up
No hiccups I pick up and gas it
Yea
She see this money on me she was innocent
All of a sudden she nasty
Too much baggage gotta leave her
At the airport
Too much fashion
Need to put me on the runway
Sippin on ace and I'm with a Beyonce
She Ms. Independent don't need a fiancé
I can take you to the Dior store
2 Cups styrofoam 4 for 4
Don't mess with the kid he a dangerous boy
I feel safer with blickys and gang aboard
You my dawg Ill get you a Rollie
Aint going back to the old me
Too many hoes they wanna expose me
They dont even know me
Blowin my high tryna zone me
Never can zone me out
You been riding Ill get you an Audemar
Hang out the window and hold it out
I got sinisters in every room wit me
I got hundreds out on the bed wit me
Same time goin' dummy
Made 100 somethin moves in one day Im too far ahead
On this high bridge blowing smoke out my nose
My motion aint stoppin aint striking no pose yea
Post in the hood where the load at
Cookin in the pot I been digging where the gold at
Every 25 minutes I drop off a bomb
I ride for my nigga he right or he wrong
Smoke in the air bout to fire up a bong
Tats in my arm got it written in stone
Yeahhh
Drop off and pick up
Its time for a fill up
No hiccups I pick up and gas it
Yea
She see this money on me she was innocent
All of a sudden she nasty
All this Chrome Heart got my heart cold
Getting active we scanning the barcode
Riding passenger rollin up 3.5
Gotta put in the work you cant ease by
Stack it up it go higher than knee high
Get a pilots license when you this fly
Got wings on like a bird eye
Put Cartiers on my third eye
Motorcyle patches on rockstar jeans
Im from a city they dont teach you to be kings
Im from a city they teach you to trap and rap
Thats how i got stuck in the mix
Thats how i got this shit on my wrist
Fuck around put a bitch on a bitch
Disappear I pull trick after trick
Levitating I feel a little wind
You my dawg Ill get you a Rollie
Aint going back to the old me
Too many hoes they wanna expose me
They dont even know me
Blowin my high tryna zone me
Never can zone me out
You been riding Ill get you an Audemar
Hang out the window and hold it out