Vest Up

Lyrics

[Hook: Juicy J] You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up [Verse 1: Kold Blooded] I smoke herb all day, fuck what a hater say Washed up ass rappers always talking about that gun play You can't even hang against this verbal apocalypse Always causing online drama, still they music sound like shit I got money on it, smoking blunts forever got twenty on it Fuck a dub, I smoke way more bud then your ass could afford And rip 'em up, actually, fuck a Ripp Bitch, I will stick 'em up, I'm blasphemous Having all these snitches wanna give it up Schema the posse, I'll burn up yo body My words are more deadly than all of you wannabes All put together, you're better off dead Keep talking shit and I'll go for your head End a motherfucker's life for thinkin' that he hard Now you dealing with the schemas, when you fuckin' wit da gawd When I ride I glide, wit a sword on my side Whether day or the night, you don't wanna collide, motherfucker [Hook: Juicy J] You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up [Verse 2: GHOSTEMANE] Skinny young kid with them big buck teeth And the mop on top sitting on chrome d's Had a nine-mili, never seen a precinct So I keep a twenty two on me But I'm quick to hit a motherfucker with a bat Talk back, get slapped to the ground, on me I recall a time when I had less hate in my heart Before these fucking hypebeasts I'm starting shit but best believe I finish it without a trace Bury you up in your yard next to your cat that died in second grade Death to all the jits that don't got shit but judge like Judy Sheindlin I'ma fall asleep tonight to Superjail looking at the ceiling I'm living what you rap about, shoutout to Juicy J Keep on giving bitches shopping money till they give you brain Me? I don't give a damn, kid But I got no hoe, better get your shit, schema that clique Don't fuck with a bitch that ain't up on they hustle tip, uh [Hook: Juicy J] You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up [Verse 3: Mr. Sisco] Niggas be hating but I just be waiting for niggas To pop off with all of they shit Run with the clique and we bobbin' so thick And we up in your track and we moving that bitch Run with the posse and Ghoste so they coming to kill And we leaving them up in the smoke I be the Jesus that's black, killing them all, leaving them comatose Lyrical [?] I'm dropping these niggas They flopping and reaching for views I'm done with they shit so it's up to you Please tell me what you wanna do I'm the king of the funky, bitch, I been dropping funky hits Live to a little, bitch, fucking niggas that fucking snitch Leaving niggas with fucking stitches, I'm digging em fucking ditches I'm playing with crucifixes, I'm cursing all in my vision My mind is so fucking twisted but I'm just a-fucking-dicted I been getting fucking lifted, that herb got me seeing spirits, shit [Hook: Juicy J] You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up [Outro: Juicy J] You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up