Tarantula — текст песни

Creep on the riddim like a spider

See, this one’s called Tarantula

I feel sorry for the next generation of blacks

RIP Mandela

It’s a mad world, black boy dissin' black girls

Takin' a black pill but he couldn’t handle her

What a fuckboy, pengers alert though

Up goes my antenna

Look at the bloodclart back off

You ever seen a man take a step back

In amazement and take his bloodclart hat off?

I Bobby Shmurda a new era come

Like it grew legs and it bloodclart ran off

Everyone shower till I bloodbath man off

I never forget shit, I’m half-man, half-mammoth

I’m talking, boy, you can’t cut hard man off

Listen up, man are liquored up

Magnum inna ma system, let me ring a slut

I am inna the position where I live it up

I’m only going back in prison as a visitor

Still I might ride out, giddy up

By now, I should at least be a milli up

Everybody be rappin' about trappin'

I’mma find out how much food they’re really pickin' up

I know a man that might type in a website

Just to see which one of you rappers are shining

Soulja Boy’s ex got kidnapped

That’s code talk for her grabbing a diamond

They be studying the whole music scene

And rappin the man up just look at Simon

Alright, my bruddas, pass with flying colours

It’s your fault, look at what you’re advertising

Tools and watches

The topic of the neighbourhood gossip

Heard he had a chain, then a hater took it off him

Heard he had a watch, like a hater wouldn’t watch him

Who you watching, me? you do a Coffin

When it comes to guns, I know man that have flew a lot in (ke-ke-ke-ke)

What’s good? Heard you were shotting, where the food at?

Is it peng, fam? Let me review that

Sounds like me and my crew are plotting

Hand on my heart, I wouldn’t do that

Two twos, me and my crew are shopping

Don’t hate, man a the darg, give me the loot, fam

I don’t wanna stab man, I don’t wanna shoot man

I don’t wanna do any of the above to you, fam

But, yeah, there’s a but

Man are hungry and you ain’t hearing me, blood

Stop that, start that, get that gwop

Cock back, blast that, get that gwop

What’s that? Our gang, rep that block

Hot pan, Tarzan, check that pop

Old school, new school, man’ve been around

Me, I’m out here, never in my house

Who you was, I’m that nigga now

Where’s your girlfriend? Better ring her now

Your Mrs

Is just another one of my bitches

Face it, we in the matrix

She the pussycat causing all the glitches

I’m lettin it all up inna your business

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure

One man’s car is another man’s whore

One man’s wife is another man’s mistress, what is this?