Top Songs By 954mari
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
954mari
Rap
Shofu
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Rodriques
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BsterTheGawd
Producer
Lyrics
Turbocharger out of orbit, this like Fast 9
We throw it down, you never get that ring, yo ass like Matt Ryan
Filetting up these fakes, I'm cooking through 'em, they all past prime
Only way this panning out yo favorite in a cast iron
Rap cap, say he better than me and he blast fye
In a discord server, only time y'all **** pass nines
Fuck that AI shit, I drop Prime Shaq stat lines
Ai killer, Jarvis and Vision, I'm a mad mind
It's 'bout damn time
Ask the reaper bitch I really blam mine
Fuck with Mari, fuck with Shofu
You gon' have a bad time
If I'm the one that's gotta do it, that's a bad sign
Eighty on my hip, Dave Blunts pants size
I been in that water, I was moving through the grand line
Pistol with a beam, he won't see me if I flash mine
Told my shooters chill like it was halftime
This time I'ma blast mine
**** disrespected for the last time
Stop telling me about your motherfucking album
Sidekicks feat hopping just to make they clout jump
I been grounded and sticking to this shit like talcum
I'm Bron with that baby powder, goat run the outcome
Drums lying round them stocks pile like a drought coming
Demon of the South, fuck 'em all, they ain't 'bout nothin'
**** miss the gym a couple weeks and keep they mouth runnin'
Call some Z's to knock up at your door, come like they house huntin'
Torched wheels, crib hot, like he left the stove running
Hop up on a Bster beat and beat him like he stole something
You crying ‘bout your life my cuzzo just cut up a whole onion
Put cracks in the concrete how tough a **** road running
If he owe something, we gon' make that pussy **** hold something
Cut his arms off and make that pussy **** hold something
We silence him, that's if he know something
Heard he brought his bitch with him and she tryna throat something
Told they ass the goat coming
Yeah, bitch this as good as it gets
She put that pussy on a **** and I just couldn't forget
If you bitches competition, then I ain't breaking a sweat
You supposed to learn some lessons when **** play with the best
Not in the loop with the opps side
Don't be roping me in, I'm knot tied with 'em
Way that my fit cold with this watch ice
I'm a frostbite victim
I bet that chopper make him dance
He got white guy rhythm
I won't miss one, got a big gun
Out a sci-fi mission
You clowns really see the box when we drill and leave you as still as mines
Shots rock his noggin' and do 'em ill as a philistine
The murder weapon dirty, they searchin' had to get rid of mine
**** in my spot and I'm running through like a finish line
Paper in my pockets whenever the plot thickens
She brought so much box to my crib, thought she was dropshipping
Hottest in a hot minute
Second that I'm so fly
Father time is probably checking his watch to clock this shit
Never gamble with your life, they investing in Glock switches
Warren buffet, I still move the machine with stock in it
Put a silence on the gun
That's called putting a sock in it I was partying with Mario, how I was block spinning (Bitch!)
Written by: Nicholas Rodriques