Sir Veillance by Yung Schnooty Lyrics
Ayo highly flammable, got the burner in the tuck, whassup
I have you leaking like a nude bitch you burgundy as fuck
You kids got not confidence, insecurities like sluts
Type of bitch with tiny tits keep the shirt on when she fuck
You alerted me like "What?"
3rd degree burns are often a concern for me with working these words in each verse put together picture perfectly
Assertively approaching chicks with inappropriate jokes in which I open with
Oh and don’t forget, my oldеr bitch almost overdoing on opiates
A copious amount of codeinе in my cup to cope with it
My only phobia’s I won’t be alone when I wanna
You not a homie of Austin, you only playing the part, this is the part
Where I’m in your home should've locked it, I take assortment of products, and then I sold em for profit
Police surround the property, the pigs are patient and cautious
Them pussies wait for me to come out like a hoe in the closet
Anybody upstairs I gotta hold em for hostage
How do I know that you’re honest how do I know you won’t talk bitch
While I’m sitting on your bed like I know I got options
I could take your fucking brains and just blow em acrossed it
If ya like your life don't let this be the reason you lost it
Prosecution like my rhyme style, a whole nother process
Not a word outta place every syllable rhyme
Caught a case, not to date got a criminal mind
And truth be told I don’t think I'll ever be caught
You ever grab so much goods that you forget what you got?
You ever take so many things that you forget what you took?
Wouldn’t be doing that shit if I could make a catchier hook
I know that Imma look stupid the moment I'm prosecuted
I just don't flow with your music
All of your autotune is useless
Not one to go with the movement, I'm running low on excuses
Not one to go with the movement, I'm running low
I have you leaking like a nude bitch you burgundy as fuck
You kids got not confidence, insecurities like sluts
Type of bitch with tiny tits keep the shirt on when she fuck
You alerted me like "What?"
3rd degree burns are often a concern for me with working these words in each verse put together picture perfectly
Assertively approaching chicks with inappropriate jokes in which I open with
Oh and don’t forget, my oldеr bitch almost overdoing on opiates
A copious amount of codeinе in my cup to cope with it
My only phobia’s I won’t be alone when I wanna
You not a homie of Austin, you only playing the part, this is the part
Where I’m in your home should've locked it, I take assortment of products, and then I sold em for profit
Police surround the property, the pigs are patient and cautious
Them pussies wait for me to come out like a hoe in the closet
Anybody upstairs I gotta hold em for hostage
How do I know that you’re honest how do I know you won’t talk bitch
While I’m sitting on your bed like I know I got options
I could take your fucking brains and just blow em acrossed it
If ya like your life don't let this be the reason you lost it
Prosecution like my rhyme style, a whole nother process
Not a word outta place every syllable rhyme
Caught a case, not to date got a criminal mind
And truth be told I don’t think I'll ever be caught
You ever grab so much goods that you forget what you got?
You ever take so many things that you forget what you took?
Wouldn’t be doing that shit if I could make a catchier hook
I know that Imma look stupid the moment I'm prosecuted
I just don't flow with your music
All of your autotune is useless
Not one to go with the movement, I'm running low on excuses
Not one to go with the movement, I'm running low