Pyrex by Trouble Makers Gang Lyrics
[Paymyth]
Spit gold nigga
Backward on my killing flopper
Head shots, snap tops, man thats a fucking number
Keep it g, thats a mufucking recipe
Smoking gold, rolling weed
All the way nigga 10 deep
Is this shit real or a fake endless disease
So insane nigga i might not believe it
Higher supplies n munchies applied
Thoughts laughing so loud i might die grinding it inside
That's so insane bitches snoring cocaine
One sniff in your vein, yall life is on pain
Spitting with that mind flows high rhymes n lames, get it?
It was just a matter of switching lanes (need more)
Be refo, ain't popping mollies for sure
Spent a lot of money just to wear a pair of good shoes
Getting n putting, some how my spitting still moving
Back it up nigga, trow that harpoon in the moon
Suppose to believe it while all the stoners will get it
Crown is there, king is gone simply getting panic in a minute
Now my time is on, ill put it in my mind drone
N getting all the higher zones to another fucking level
Everlasting shit street dreams became a mellow
Hydro seek n preach a lonely yellow pacasso
Back it up! What up doe? Fuck the law n my zone n my songs getting too much astro impossible
[Hook]
N i'm on, money is my subject
Fuck you! Pay me!
I ain't going back to that broke shit
Cold world nigga, tone in my gold trigga
Screaming fuck the world
TM is the gang nigga
Pyrex shit, so put us on the map
Cuz we are sharper than a razer blades
We ain't ready to crash in
Melody of our thoughts, gun clock like the time is short
So you better find the exit nigga
[kao$]
To this rap shit ima pot of gold, i dont mess with funky hoes
My rhymes are cold, they cold enough to killem quick strap shit with ill'a flows
Kao$ is the name ho, where my team at we ain't messing with the same flow
Close line's Glock this i ain't killing it, murder lines im about go i know u feeling it
So dont test me we got it in our scene, i got it in my jeans
So thats my only hope in this making
To be real, i killem before the aftermath, thats a fact
I got too many lessons with this blind facts, so cop that
I ain't letting them have, thats what i have to earn nigga
I never had shit, fuck that gun power so lighter, light em up till we get it right
I see no evil with this pyrex shit thats alright, to free my soul
I need sometime alone, time alone get aligned killing shit outta line
Tmg we the killing time, lock this game up put it in to work shit
Young gods with this trippy rap shit,we just came to spit heat
With one intention to kill this, nigga we got this, trap inside the truth
Im bout to chase my desire all alone, so listen up
Mac clips tactics they won't make u better in this rap shit
Slipping on that mosh pit im ready when u are, right on time
Killing all these rappers cause we drop bombs....
[Hook]
N i'm on, money is my subject
Fuck you! Pay me!
I ain't going back to that broke shit
Cold world nigga, tone in my gold trigga
Screaming fuck the world
TM is the gang nigga
Pyrex shit, so put us on the map
Cuz we are sharper than a razer blades
We ain't ready to crash in
Melody of our thoughts, gun clock like the time is short
So you better find the exit nigga
[PYREX]
Came from the bottom, and yeah u know us
Bring that heat with the fire take cover dont hold'up
We ain't got no sponsors, they ain't messing we prove it
Still making moves rhymes leaded with the rifle
So u better take cover nigga, fuck a nigga
Pyrex shit get aligned, killem everytime
So bust that shit through ur speakers nigga, we ain't ready to crash in
Slightly they domt like us, but we just keep on going ( i gotta get it in )
Shots in the air shootem up cuz we on that trill shit drill this
So listen up, gotta respect for the status we aiming for u folks
So my shit raw, niggas play it back tmg we bring it back tell us whats next
With that top back i gotta pop that thats shit
U All ready know hold nigga.....
Spit gold nigga
Backward on my killing flopper
Head shots, snap tops, man thats a fucking number
Keep it g, thats a mufucking recipe
Smoking gold, rolling weed
All the way nigga 10 deep
Is this shit real or a fake endless disease
So insane nigga i might not believe it
Higher supplies n munchies applied
Thoughts laughing so loud i might die grinding it inside
That's so insane bitches snoring cocaine
One sniff in your vein, yall life is on pain
Spitting with that mind flows high rhymes n lames, get it?
It was just a matter of switching lanes (need more)
Be refo, ain't popping mollies for sure
Spent a lot of money just to wear a pair of good shoes
Getting n putting, some how my spitting still moving
Back it up nigga, trow that harpoon in the moon
Suppose to believe it while all the stoners will get it
Crown is there, king is gone simply getting panic in a minute
Now my time is on, ill put it in my mind drone
N getting all the higher zones to another fucking level
Everlasting shit street dreams became a mellow
Hydro seek n preach a lonely yellow pacasso
Back it up! What up doe? Fuck the law n my zone n my songs getting too much astro impossible
[Hook]
N i'm on, money is my subject
Fuck you! Pay me!
I ain't going back to that broke shit
Cold world nigga, tone in my gold trigga
Screaming fuck the world
TM is the gang nigga
Pyrex shit, so put us on the map
Cuz we are sharper than a razer blades
We ain't ready to crash in
Melody of our thoughts, gun clock like the time is short
So you better find the exit nigga
[kao$]
To this rap shit ima pot of gold, i dont mess with funky hoes
My rhymes are cold, they cold enough to killem quick strap shit with ill'a flows
Kao$ is the name ho, where my team at we ain't messing with the same flow
Close line's Glock this i ain't killing it, murder lines im about go i know u feeling it
So dont test me we got it in our scene, i got it in my jeans
So thats my only hope in this making
To be real, i killem before the aftermath, thats a fact
I got too many lessons with this blind facts, so cop that
I ain't letting them have, thats what i have to earn nigga
I never had shit, fuck that gun power so lighter, light em up till we get it right
I see no evil with this pyrex shit thats alright, to free my soul
I need sometime alone, time alone get aligned killing shit outta line
Tmg we the killing time, lock this game up put it in to work shit
Young gods with this trippy rap shit,we just came to spit heat
With one intention to kill this, nigga we got this, trap inside the truth
Im bout to chase my desire all alone, so listen up
Mac clips tactics they won't make u better in this rap shit
Slipping on that mosh pit im ready when u are, right on time
Killing all these rappers cause we drop bombs....
[Hook]
N i'm on, money is my subject
Fuck you! Pay me!
I ain't going back to that broke shit
Cold world nigga, tone in my gold trigga
Screaming fuck the world
TM is the gang nigga
Pyrex shit, so put us on the map
Cuz we are sharper than a razer blades
We ain't ready to crash in
Melody of our thoughts, gun clock like the time is short
So you better find the exit nigga
[PYREX]
Came from the bottom, and yeah u know us
Bring that heat with the fire take cover dont hold'up
We ain't got no sponsors, they ain't messing we prove it
Still making moves rhymes leaded with the rifle
So u better take cover nigga, fuck a nigga
Pyrex shit get aligned, killem everytime
So bust that shit through ur speakers nigga, we ain't ready to crash in
Slightly they domt like us, but we just keep on going ( i gotta get it in )
Shots in the air shootem up cuz we on that trill shit drill this
So listen up, gotta respect for the status we aiming for u folks
So my shit raw, niggas play it back tmg we bring it back tell us whats next
With that top back i gotta pop that thats shit
U All ready know hold nigga.....