Hill Cypress Another Victory Lyrics

Another Victory Lyrics

Get ready motherfuckers! 

  

 You can't fuck with the [spanish] 

 Please no interruptions 

 Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun 

 Like my rag top six-five 

 Smash you with the switches 

 The hitch is, you're gettin too big for your britches 

 Why you runnin like bitches 

 With your tail up, I'm the thug pirate 

 Put the sail up - your whole crew frail, what 

 You want this joint, suck it inhale nut 

 Niggas are feelin' this track in Braile, huh 

 We're grade A while you motherfuckers fail, what 

 You understand, immitators gotta bail up 

 To all the males and females gangin' up 

 All on my cell phone talkin' shit, hangin' up 

 I gotta show you how a nigga bang it up 

 Slangin' cuts 

  

 Chorus: 

  

 Your squad against mine 

 You're minor leagues with major 

 Detail the plans like verse 

 Hit hard, catch you off guard 

 Another Victory 

  

 I slay rappers with precision 

 I got vision like Anakin 

 You panicin' I'm leavin you stiffer than a mannequin 

 My high lyrics constantly brain damagin' 

 Brandishin' a fire arm, still managin' 

 Hurt niggas, bandagin' who give my lyrics 

 That play like a mandalin 

 I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin' 

 I kill flows on tracks who abandonin' 

 I eat you like pussy, then take a sample, 

 Then spit fire in the places you standin' in 

 I take a fool to the Hill 

 Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin' 

 Now I see your whole brain's scramblin' 

 Don't like what you hear, change the channel then nigga 

  

 Chorus 

  

 I spark cells of a rhythm 

 You best listen, get it over with 

 Stolen shit, rollin it, Cypress ownin' it 

 Bitin' niggas clonin it, 

 I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin' it 

 Suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it 

 Your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it 

 The weed master, rhyme killer, mic controllin' it 

 You still fuckin' but your wack, ain't throwin' it 

 Stepped in shit, now your chillin' all alone in it 

 Head full of hair, still ain't combin' it 

 Five child in the world who's ropin' it 

 Never know if i'm high or i'm throwin' shit 

 I got you stuck in the Twilight Zone on shit 

 I'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with, bitch 

  

 Chorus