tension

Lyrics

[Intro] Ok, ok you wanna talk shit? I'm flattered nigga. Did I make my own shit nigga? You questioning my craft nigga? Oh, ok, ok bitch I got something for your ass nigga, I fuck your bitch nigga. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't nigga, maybe we'll never know motherfucker. Hmm that don't fuck with your head lil' bitch nigga? [?] Yeah, you a bitch nigga too. Fuck that nigga motherfucker, can't fuck with my shit [?] Cross that line though, cross that line nigga, don't do it, please don't do it. Cross that fucking line your bitch ass don't do it, watch nigga I ain't playin' with you [Verse 1: zombAe] Bag in both hands like I'm Brian Pomper I'mma have to shoot him I ain't got a jumper Okay so you know I had to bring the thunder And the Uzi remix you like it's Oh Wonder Like (ooh, ooh, ooh) She ain't gon' get over it Ima have to go and make him lean and put the shoulder in Aladdin, I'm poor, but they all lookin' like a sultan and It cold like Minnesota think your nose got hella snow up in it That's the spot And I'm looking for some girls that ain't got no twats Need a bitch to ride my horse like Lancelot Fuck the rules bend it over she Joan of Arc [?] [Chorus: zombAe] Tension You can feel it in your bones, bitch Tension When you need to let it go, nigga Tension You best open up your door Know your ass is gonna drop When it gets hit to the floor Tension Nigga move like you gon' die Tension Best not be disinvolved Yeah, tension You best knock out your false eye Tension This is my space and my time [Verse 2: doin' fine] Punches he's about to make him say "Ahh" like Nelly Got Tension And all of my boys got world class pussy like Nerry I need top top top top top, EternaLEnVy I don't see you mid fuckin' rappers, I'm Terezi Gun kick harder than a fuckin' cassowary I need top from a boy who looks like venti Make him hit the high notes like he General Levy Hardest tranny on the mic, you other faggots ain't comparin' Need a scary bitch to give me spooky head I need a movie kiss, it gets his coochie wet I let the uzi spit, it make a sushi dish Him and Lucy F becomin' newlyweds Leave him in centennial where the burros are laughin' And then I'm tryna hit your area like Tracy in Darwin And if a pussy lovin' Israel then I force him to cark it We smokin' pack at the burial because he wanna be martyr'd It's like a [Chorus: zombAe] Tension You can feel it in your bones, bitch Tension When you need to let it go, nigga Tension You best open up your door Know your ass is gonna drop When it gets hit to the floor Tension Nigga move like you gon' die Tension Best not be disinvolved Yeah, tension You best knock out your false eye Tension This is my space and my time Tension [Verse 3: Charlotte Crosby] Ayy I be cleaning shit up because I am the maid He won't talk to me nice so he gets the blade I don't give a fuck about no beefs And I don't care about no feud But when I see you in the streets All you fuckers do is abuse I am tactical as shit That's what a maid's got to do I've been sniping at the gods You're picking low hanging fruit There's blood on the dancefloor A panic at the disco There's gone be some fallout boy When I get your info Hit you with the k it be silent like a knife When I'm on the track they be screamin' for their life There ain't no light at the end of his tunnel Boutta to crash the ride, but it's his belt to buckle Say you're mad at me but that's your bag to fumble Try to make a play but your not that subtle (you're not that subtle, you're not that subtle, you're not that subtle, you're not that subtle) Giving the rich new holes like the ozone layer Ima have my reign in blood I'm like slayer I got an automated clip just like my producer And I would shoot that dude because he is a groomer I'm smoking on that loud like a Rick Rubin master I'm with Crash Blossoms clique and we contribute to disaster Ima make you disappear W.D. Gaster Whatever you can do we do it just faster [Verse 4: ilysm] If you say "another day another dollar" I will rob you I was walkin' past American Eagle and caught you I caught you? Your racks ain't let you do what you want to? Even if you was my fuckin' child I would drop you Damn, I just sold your tracks and made a fuckin' rack ho Big strap got me doin' Max Payne slo-mo They glass half full I'll make 'em cry over spilled milk I clipped brodie twice I let that cartridge tilt (aww) Shit I lost my wallet brodie, hand over yours I got three boys posed up like Jack-O with they hands on the floor When I walk up in this bitch they don't fuck with you no more? Brodie say I'm pushin' it? Can't match my numbers on the boards? (ouu yeah!) I don't fuck with bitchin' on a track (ouu yeah!) I only talk that shit that get me racks (ouu yeah!) All my shooters wearing sweaters made of cashmere I ain't workin' retail but brodie put that cash here (you know, this that, this is that, this, this is like) [Chorus: zombAe] Tension You can feel it in your bones, bitch Tension When you need to let it go, nigga Tension You best open up your door Know your ass is gonna drop When it gets hit to the floor Tension Nigga move like you gon' die Tension Best not be disinvolved Yeah, tension You best knock out your false eye Tension This is my space and my time Tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension [Outro] Oh, play that shit back