Vest Up

Vest Up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** fess up I smoke herb all day F*** what a hater say Watch the fast rappers always talking about that gun play You can't even hate against this verbal apocalypse Always causing online drama Still they music sound like shit I got money on it Smoking blunts for whoever got a twenty on it F*** a dub I smoke way more bud then your ass could afford and rip 'em up Actually, f*** a rip Bitch, I will stick 'em up I'm blasphemous Having all these snitches wanna give it up Schema the posse Open up your body My words are more deadly than You wanna be [?] together You're better off dead Keep talking shit and I'll run for your head End a motherfucker's life You dealing with the schemas When I ride I could lie With a sword on my side Whether day or the night You don't wanna collide, motherfuc*** You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** fess up Skinny young kid with them big buck teeth and [?] 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 motherfuc*** 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 fuc*** 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 of 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 f*** with a bitch that ain't up on they hustle tip, uh You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** 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 [?] 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 [?] 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 Bucking niggas that f*** they Leaving niggas with fuc*** stitches I'm digging them fuc*** ditches I'm playing with crucifixes I'm cursing all in my vision My mind is so fuc*** twisted but I'm just a-fucking-dicted I [?] and fuc*** lifted That herb got me seeing spirits, shit You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets My ni*** fess up