Sriracha (Explicit) - Tech N9ne/Logic/Joyner Lucas

Written by：Joyner Lucas/Tech N9ne/Logic

Jesus

Yeah yeah hell yeah

Yeah yeah hell yeah

Yeah yeah hell yeah

Yeah yeah hell

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 doja

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 in a jammy tackled

By a neighbor with the family shackles

Laboring a man he's gaf fled

I get angry I sip bombs ch on your rich lawn

I was brought up Muslim and christian

I been studying Chris lam ch

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 ch

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 sick the ca sea your god exists

Cause a lot of chicks holler Mr chopper you're hot as sh*t ah

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 bumping

So I tell them all to put that on something

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 just spit it I'm 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 f**k 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 this sh*t

My message is beyond this sh*t

I put that on everything I'm just being honest sh*t

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 a** 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 tomorrow

I ain't focused on no wealth

I been living good I been feeling fine

Pass the sriracha I put that sh*t 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 bumping

So I tell them all to put that on something

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 doing it proper

When I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie

Ain't nobody gonna stop us

Nobody gong top us

We leave em with no option leave em with no conscience

Leave em with no oxygen leave em with no problem

And even though I could see what they watching

TV with a DVD I can repeat

When I see these street shocking

Easy if it need be then I just eat beats

And I'm easy e Compton

I eat meat like I'm ebt shopping

Credit card max bend the bars back

F**k your hoe get brain and all that

Run in your house and bring your whore back

Sever your face and dead the doormat

Who got the keys to the rented corvette

Can't catch me I'm the man in all black

I been a nice chap since cat man on crack

F**k that I been nice way before that

Can't ignore that you can try though

But you gong end up next to dido

I'm that pen that wrote 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 heat Camacho

With a catholic priest and the pen tee cos tall

Why you niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack get tidy get in the back

With a umbilical patch jump in the middle of the track

None of y'all niggas can act so y'all niggas are packed

Come and get it again f**king a b**ch in the whip

Give me your moment to fall I'm gonna fit in the car

I can do better than yours I can be ready to brawl

I can be shattered and all nobody want to be hard

Better be ready for war tell me who ready for more

Joyner

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 bumping

So I tell them all to put that on something

Sriracha I put that on everything

Sriracha I put that on everything

Sriracha I put that on everything

Sriracha I put that on everything