Inferno versuri

Versuri ‎OsamaSon – Inferno lyrics

[Chorus]
Ri-risk it all, I’ll catch a kill
7.62, catch the shells
Exotic pounds, that’s the smell
Oh damn, I done broke the scale
Brand-new bitch don’t kiss and tell
And we got them sticks as well
Whip the Chevy Chevelle
We got so much sticks for sale now
We cause hell, we raise hell, we in hell now
Yeah, back then you was winnin’, but right now you gon’ fail
I was only twenty when I signed my deal
Totin’ on sticks like I’m still in the field

[Verse]
I don’t know, bitch, and I’m still in the hills
Walked in my house and I still get the chills
2025, and that nigga broke still
I just get high, get fly, and count bills
Off of that lean, get straight jet lagged
Throw back the bean and the bean hittin’ back
Boy, I got a Drac’ in the Goyard bag
And I get more mags, but I sold y’all last
Walk in the trap and they like, „Welcome back”
Chrome Hearts socks, yeah, because they match
YSL jeans, Draco on my back
Blitz your quarterback, get that sack
Big-ass house and you live in a shack
Room too big, lost a bitch in the back
Undercover real, leave your shooters in a mag’
I’m with the bloods, yeah, blatt
Wrist cost a fifty piece, fi-fit cost a seven piece
Da-damn, she keep smellin’ me, nah, I can’t speak, got bells on me
Yo-you couldn’t hang, bro tell on me, put diamonds on my bezel piece
My lil’ slime, he got felonies, hop out of here, we catch two a piece
Yeah, it’s just you and me, ta-take you down, I flex with ease
High speed chase, now a tank on E, LV chain, got a bank on me
Walk back, packs got peso cheese
Finesse that lil’ bitch, got do it with steeze
Too much Percs, I damn near OD’d
You ain’t my gang, you the damn police
Twenty in my outside did, still braggin’ ‘bout that bitch I hit
Steal my jeans, bitch, steal my fit, we got the pink slips, just not ready
He can’t see me in that truck, it’s tinted, he goin’ [?] or I’m gon’ risk it
Get my bail, somebody go get it, good clientele, your clients so fishy

[Chorus]
Ri-risk it all, I’ll catch a kill
7.62, catch the shells
Exotic pounds, that’s the smell
Oh damn, I done broke the scale
Brand-new bitch don’t kiss and tell
And we got them sticks as well
Whip the Chevy Chevelle
We got so much sticks for sale now
We cause hell, we raise hell, we in hell now
Yeah, back then you was winnin’, but right now you gon’ fail
I was only twenty when I signed my deal
Totin’ on sticks like I’m still in the field

Written by: ‎OsamaSon / Rok