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Horror Rap (Intro) Video (MV)




Performed By: BIG10STREET
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Jarod Rodio




BIG10STREET - Horror Rap (Intro) Lyrics




Back in that whip, I'm off the grid I took a bad ass bitch to Madrid
I got stripes, throw me in the pin Go ahead, lock me up again
Go ahead, lock us up Nobody's stopping us
Why they copy us Just sit back and watch, don't bother us

There's nothing new don't bother me He may need lobotomy
They thought I hit the lottery The way I flex like I'm the shit
Cash out checks, I'm f*cking rich the genie's here to grant a wish
Then make it look easy Make money appear Houdini

Pinch me, I swear I must be dreaming Demons, hellcats keep on screeching feigning
, I can't stand these feelings No for real, what's the reason
They hate me cause they can't be me Either way, money increasing
These Air Force Ones, they're never creasing I had a bag, blew that

Then got another You got no bands, what a bummer
Go ahead, bury me with the other Gangsters that don't tell tales
I get cash faxed through the mail You got vaxed, and swear you're thorough
I pass packs like I'm Joe Burrow Go on, tell them broke as fellows

I get bands in by the barrels I get bread in by the loaf
How the f*ck you brag or boast You don't got no bag, you're broke
Xanax, her antidote Slows her down, helps her cope
Told her don't gulp, you may choke Body's cold, think she croaked

Already knew they'd stab me in the back I get racks, that's a f*cking fact
No slowing down, no time to relax I stack stacks, check the stats
I wanna run up the money I don't give a f*ck if I gotta get crummy
You're a broke-ass dummy None of your fits fit, you're dusty

Ugly, was down bad, nothing was funny Now I'm up, can't take it from me
Fell off that porch, humpty-dumpty I didn't crack, bitch, I splashed
Got life right, cause life was trash This whip too quick, pray I won't crash
Ran up racks like I ran track I can't slow down or relax

My racks sweeter than some honey This cash thicker than a snickers
Squeeze the trigger, fingers itchin' We some winners, why you bitchin'
I'm tryna run it up Send me a sign from high up way above
I need a bitch to love, not just another one that wants to f*ck

Back in that whip, I'm off the grid I took a bad ass bitch to Madrid
I got stripes, throw me in the pin Go ahead, lock me up again
Go ahead, lock us up Nobody's stopping us
Why they copy us? Just sit back and watch, don't bother us

There's nothing new, don't bother me He may need lobotomy
They thought I hit the lottery The way I flex like I'm the shit
Cash out checks, I'm f*cking rich the genie's here to grant a wish
Then make it look easy Make money appear Houdini
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Back in that whip, I'm off the grid I took a bad ass bitch to Madrid
I got stripes, throw me in the pin Go ahead, lock me up again
Go ahead, lock us up Nobody's stopping us
Why they copy us Just sit back and watch, don't bother us

There's nothing new don't bother me He may need lobotomy
They thought I hit the lottery The way I flex like I'm the shit
Cash out checks, I'm f*cking rich the genie's here to grant a wish
Then make it look easy Make money appear Houdini

Pinch me, I swear I must be dreaming Demons, hellcats keep on screeching feigning
, I can't stand these feelings No for real, what's the reason
They hate me cause they can't be me Either way, money increasing
These Air Force Ones, they're never creasing I had a bag, blew that

Then got another You got no bands, what a bummer
Go ahead, bury me with the other Gangsters that don't tell tales
I get cash faxed through the mail You got vaxed, and swear you're thorough
I pass packs like I'm Joe Burrow Go on, tell them broke as fellows

I get bands in by the barrels I get bread in by the loaf
How the f*ck you brag or boast You don't got no bag, you're broke
Xanax, her antidote Slows her down, helps her cope
Told her don't gulp, you may choke Body's cold, think she croaked

Already knew they'd stab me in the back I get racks, that's a f*cking fact
No slowing down, no time to relax I stack stacks, check the stats
I wanna run up the money I don't give a f*ck if I gotta get crummy
You're a broke-ass dummy None of your fits fit, you're dusty

Ugly, was down bad, nothing was funny Now I'm up, can't take it from me
Fell off that porch, humpty-dumpty I didn't crack, bitch, I splashed
Got life right, cause life was trash This whip too quick, pray I won't crash
Ran up racks like I ran track I can't slow down or relax

My racks sweeter than some honey This cash thicker than a snickers
Squeeze the trigger, fingers itchin' We some winners, why you bitchin'
I'm tryna run it up Send me a sign from high up way above
I need a bitch to love, not just another one that wants to f*ck

Back in that whip, I'm off the grid I took a bad ass bitch to Madrid
I got stripes, throw me in the pin Go ahead, lock me up again
Go ahead, lock us up Nobody's stopping us
Why they copy us? Just sit back and watch, don't bother us

There's nothing new, don't bother me He may need lobotomy
They thought I hit the lottery The way I flex like I'm the shit
Cash out checks, I'm f*cking rich the genie's here to grant a wish
Then make it look easy Make money appear Houdini
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Writer: Jarod Rodio
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