Текст песни Roadhouse - Split Prophets, Bil Next, Datkid

Roadhouse

So we’re like come on get it raggo
Put your fucking hands up if you’re repping for the fam oh
Let’s get rowdy
Grab your camo
I’m like come let’s get it rags
Just pull the berry out your bag
Smash your telly
Allow your job
Let’s get it mad
I’m on some Roadhouse
Smash entire clubs up when it goes down
Type of vibe
Dead your nine to five
And let’s get thrown out
Can’t have the dance hall looking ghost town
Just get the rowdy to the front
And show them slackers how it goes down
Yo get it hyper
light your lighter
Enjoy yourself tonight
Cause it’s like a click of a timer
So while we can, can we get liver?
And pour that brandy down your throat
Til you choke and we blow the mic up
Put your back against the wall
Stub your zoot and move to the front
Neck your rum
And get looser than
Ruthless as paid shooters
When kids for their drugs
And you
Ditch on the boogy shit
Choosing what you do to
I mean
blazing the eyes
Spray lines
Aim for your cranium
Titanium
Eight bars from the crazy uns
Delta Bravo Kilo
Reload and then make them jump
So we’re like come on get it raggo
Put your fucking hands up if you’re repping for the fam oh
Let’s get rowdy
Grab your camo
I’m like come let’s get it rags
Just pull the berry out your bag
Smash your telly
Allow your job
Let’s get it mad
Keep it coming
When you ain’t nothing at all
We got you distraught when the beat’s running
Fuck what you thought
Crush an MC when I speak something
Red in my eyes
Trust all the words that I been bussing
up in this bitch
Loving the feeling of being fucking sick
Fangirls sucking dick
Cause they rating the way we come to spit
We came to get it loose
The Prophets spread the funk
When we enter booths
Smash it up is what we tend to do
See me rolling with two bottles and two spliffs
Bare disrespect spilling out my two lips
Still with them two kids
And the other five
And they’re causing bare hype
Like J. Corbyn touched mic again
Drain the supply and then we cop more
We got draws crushed up in rizlas like we’re not poor
We consume until there’s nothing left
Get fucking vexed
And wrap the empty bottle
Round your fucking head
Check it
Yo
So we’re like come on get it raggo
Put your fucking hands up if you’re repping for the fam oh
Let’s get rowdy
Grab your camo
I’m like come let’s get it rags
Just pull the berry out your bag
Smash your telly
Allow your job
Let’s get it mad
I’m mixing hash
With red berry and kush
That’s the piff I mix
Different flavours blazing like a pick n mix
You bun buj
So hold your mouth keep it
Like shush
Or getting trout hooked
When I reel off a bar
It only takes one
Look at bottle of spirit
To get me with it
Get rowdy with lyrics
And down a drink
With hardly any mixer
When I start surfing with the tide turning
It’s the mad man
I’m waking up to shivers
Sirens singing
No bill givers
Stil nill figures
In the pockets of these Hilfigers
Still splitting prophets with these ill spitters
That’s what the realness is
Still shutting shows down like kill switches
We fill the room when we step in
Make noise when the deck spin
For all the dirty Briz kiddies reppin
You know we eat the alphabet like a pasta soup
And then smash the booths
And break your neck like a head spin