Letra de Sriracha (ft Logic & Joyner Lucas)

Froze over, when you thought you could hold Yoda
With flows older than the first sold cold soda
Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers
Them cincos are at it again, blow dosure
I am like, Iron Mike, back in the day
My rhyming’s iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with a family shackles
Laboring a man he’s gaffled
I get angry I sip bombs
On your rich lawn
I was brought up Muslim and Christian
I been studying Chrislam
That’s not a thing so I place this John
In your chicks palm
Give her something beautiful to kiss on
Till I spit one to her lip balm
I’ve been rhyming since Reagan in politics
Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sit
To the wall is split, then I gotta sit the casa
Your God exists, cause a lot of chicks holler
Mr. Chopper you’re hot as shit

They say I’m the best at what I do
After me it’s 5, 4, 3, and 2
Sometime I think they all gum bumpin’
So I tell them all to put that on somethin’

Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything

Yeah, I guess I’m supposed to come with that fast flow
Woo! I guess I’m supposed to come with that gas flow
But no, I’m a just spit it, I’m a get it good
Wish you would tell me what I should do
I don’t know, hit the door, uh yeah
Feel like I been here before
Maybe I have but I can’t fuck with it
Hit ‘em with a semiautomatic, watch ‘em duck with it
Speaking on lyrical ability
Everyone in my vicinity blowing they mind like Kennedy
I got no love for the enemy, somebody tell me the remedy
I’m like what’s good, been fine
Tell me what’s on your mind, rewind and shit
My message is beyond this shit
I put that on everything, I’m just being honest, shit
So what’s up, hold up
Tech I’m sorry for the hold up but I been on the road
Should have had this verse to your ass a long time ago
When I put that on everything, I ain’t had a minute to myself
But I been living like I ain’t finna see them
My lane focus on the wealth
I been living good, I been feeling fine
Pass the sriracha, I put that shit on all of mine
Busting like Columbine combined with a terrorist’s mind
That’s been confined in four walls for some time

They say I’m the best at what I do
After me it’s 5, 4, 3, and 2
Sometime I think they all gum bumpin’
So I tell them all to put that on somethin’

Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, the flavor popper
We gotcha, even haters jock us
These choppers invade the knockers then blocker
Disintegrating every chakra eager to off ya
You can bet that we doin’ it proper
When I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie, ain’t nobody gonna stop us!

Nobody gon’ top us, we leave ‘em with no option
And leave ‘em with no conscience
Leave ‘em with no oxygen
Leave ‘em with no problem
And even though I could see what they watchin’
TV with a DVD, I could repeat it with a CDC street shockin’
He see if a DB out there
Tell em Easy-E Compton
And he can eat me like a [?] shopping
Credit Card Max, bring the bars back
Fuck your whole [?], all that
Burn your house and bring your heart back
Sever your face and pin the doormat
Who got the keys to the brand new corvette
Can’t catch me, a man in all black
I bought a nice ship since catman on crack
Fuck that, I was nice way before that
Can’t ignore that, you can try though
But you gone end up next to God though
I’m a pen that robe, the bible
I’m on your skin like vitiligo
Sing for the moment, I hit the high note
Someone please let Elton John Know
Tell the lieutenant I’m hect camacho
With a Catholic priest and the pentecostal
Why you niggas wiggdy wiggdy wack
Giggdy Giggdy back
With a [?] patch
Jump in the middle of the track
None of y’all niggas can act
So y’all niggas are back
Come and get it again
Give me your moment of fall (fall!)
I can do it better than yours (yours!)