Vest Up Mr. Sisco (Ft. Ghostemane & Kold-Blooded)

[Hook: Juicy J]
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up

[Verse 1: Kold Blooded]
I smoke herb all day, fuck what a hater say
Washed up ass rappers always talking about that gun play
You can't even hang against this verbal apocalypse
Always causing online drama, still they music sound like shit
I got money on it, smoking blunts forever got twenty on it
Fuck a dub, I smoke way more bud then your ass could afford
And rip 'em up, actually, fuck a Ripp
Bitch, I will stick 'em up, I'm blasphemous
Having all these snitches wanna give it up
Schema the posse, I'll burn up yo body
My words are more deadly than all of you wannabes
All put together, you're better off dead
Keep talking shit and I'll go for your head
End a motherfucker's life for thinkin' that he hard
Now you dealing with the schemas, when you fuckin' wit da gawd
When I ride I glide, wit a sword on my side
Whether day or the night, you don't wanna collide, motherfucker

[Hook: Juicy J]
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up