Testo Lurkin - Mozzy feat. EST Gee
Testo della canzone Lurkin (Mozzy feat. EST Gee), tratta dall'album Survivor's Guilt
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I still don't feel nothin', on my dead brothers
Dry-snitched to his PO when he's touched, guess he was scared of me
Qualified to lead us on this ride 'cause I killed somethin'
Homicide runnin' through my mind, that's my pill bustin'
Trauma I experienced back then, I ain't healed from it, still thuggin'
Even though they watchin', I don't see 'em comin', fearin' nothin'
Buttered out my body, in the field huntin'
On the 'Gram bluffin', know what's up, soon as I seen him, up it
Bullets always burn, niggas learn when that steel touch 'em (niggas learn)
Bet they won't hear anything from him, got to dig up him (got to dig him up)
'Preciate the bail money
Know I paid him back soon as I touched just 'cause it felt funny
Get off your ass and sell somethin'
Promise not to tell nothin'
Motorola cell bustin'
Lock on anything that pose a threat, it ain't no tail tuckin'
Crop out anything ain't from the set unless he know somethin'
Take him to the 'spital 'fore he bleed out, ain't no help, dummy
B.B. Simons belt bustin', fleekin' with the 'Miri drip
Floaters on the Delt' runnin', peekin' through these mirror tints
They love the way I move, to be this bool, you need experience
Act like they gon' squeeze it, when they bee me, shit get berious
50 for appearances, quarter on the back end
Don't call me 'bout no chain that niggas took if you ain't tapped in, tap in
Yeah, the facts is, I was still gettin' active while I'm rappin' (I was still gettin' active)
Tragic, niggas lackin' and they families pick they casket (and they families pick they coffin)
Bodies still be happenin', if you want smoke, I'm tryna match it (I'm tryna match it, nigga)
Big niggas get hit with a switch, turned into ashes (brr)
Like, how he go from laughin' to wheezin' and gaspin'?
Traffickin' in traffic, turn shooters into trappers (I turn shooters into trappers)
Fent' have you sick tryna cook a brick mask-less (tryna cook a brick mask-less)
We ain't mention attempteds, you niggas trippin'
Went out for a day, bounced out and then went down again
I'm in love with gleekies, play with hecklers every now and then
Resume impeccable, really put them hours in
On Deezy, it get greasy, when it's up, I'm tryna cheese him
Reconstructed facials on the pavement how we leave him
Niggas claimin' bodies they ain't bodied, this shit tweaky
Suckers hit my bruh and I went bonkers for my niecey
Since she can't get her daddy back, couple of 'em got whacked for that
Urus trucks back to back, they know that's the membership
You ain't did nothin' recently for clique, you insignificant
Urus trucks back to back, they know that's the membership
You ain't did nothin' recently for clique, you insignificant
We live this shit
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Timothy Cornell Patterson, Stephen Fain, Kunta
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