Текст пісні Roadhouse - Split Prophets, Bil Next, Datkid

Roadhouse

So we’re like come on get it raggo\nPut your fucking hands up if you’re repping for the fam oh\nLet’s get rowdy\nGrab your camo\nI’m like come let’s get it rags\nJust pull the berry out your bag\nSmash your telly\nAllow your job\nLet’s get it mad\nI’m on some Roadhouse\nSmash entire clubs up when it goes down\nType of vibe\nDead your nine to five\nAnd let’s get thrown out\nCan’t have the dance hall looking ghost town\nJust get the rowdy to the front\nAnd show them slackers how it goes down\nYo get it hyper\nlight your lighter\nEnjoy yourself tonight\nCause it’s like a click of a timer\nSo while we can, can we get liver?\nAnd pour that brandy down your throat\nTil you choke and we blow the mic up\nPut your back against the wall\nStub your zoot and move to the front\nNeck your rum\nAnd get looser than\nRuthless as paid shooters\nWhen kids for their drugs\nAnd you\nDitch on the boogy shit\nChoosing what you do to\nI mean\nblazing the eyes\nSpray lines\nAim for your cranium\nTitanium\nEight bars from the crazy uns\nDelta Bravo Kilo\nReload and then make them jump\nSo we’re like come on get it raggo\nPut your fucking hands up if you’re repping for the fam oh\nLet’s get rowdy\nGrab your camo\nI’m like come let’s get it rags\nJust pull the berry out your bag\nSmash your telly\nAllow your job\nLet’s get it mad\nKeep it coming\nWhen you ain’t nothing at all\nWe got you distraught when the beat’s running\nFuck what you thought\nCrush an MC when I speak something\nRed in my eyes\nTrust all the words that I been bussing\nup in this bitch\nLoving the feeling of being fucking sick\nFangirls sucking dick\nCause they rating the way we come to spit\nWe came to get it loose\nThe Prophets spread the funk\nWhen we enter booths\nSmash it up is what we tend to do\nSee me rolling with two bottles and two spliffs\nBare disrespect spilling out my two lips\nStill with them two kids\nAnd the other five\nAnd they’re causing bare hype\nLike J. Corbyn touched mic again\nDrain the supply and then we cop more\nWe got draws crushed up in rizlas like we’re not poor\nWe consume until there’s nothing left\nGet fucking vexed\nAnd wrap the empty bottle\nRound your fucking head\nCheck it\nYo\nSo we’re like come on get it raggo\nPut your fucking hands up if you’re repping for the fam oh\nLet’s get rowdy\nGrab your camo\nI’m like come let’s get it rags\nJust pull the berry out your bag\nSmash your telly\nAllow your job\nLet’s get it mad\nI’m mixing hash\nWith red berry and kush\nThat’s the piff I mix\nDifferent flavours blazing like a pick n mix\nYou bun buj\nSo hold your mouth keep it\nLike shush\nOr getting trout hooked\nWhen I reel off a bar\nIt only takes one\nLook at bottle of spirit\nTo get me with it\nGet rowdy with lyrics\nAnd down a drink\nWith hardly any mixer\nWhen I start surfing with the tide turning\nIt’s the mad man\nI’m waking up to shivers\nSirens singing\nNo bill givers\nStil nill figures\nIn the pockets of these Hilfigers\nStill splitting prophets with these ill spitters\nThat’s what the realness is\nStill shutting shows down like kill switches\nWe fill the room when we step in\nMake noise when the deck spin\nFor all the dirty Briz kiddies reppin\nYou know we eat the alphabet like a pasta soup\nAnd then smash the booths\nAnd break your neck like a head spin