Sriracha Lyrics - Logic

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 dosure 

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 and a jammy tackle 

By a neighbor with a family shackles 

Laboring a man he's gaffled 

I get angry I sip bombs 

On your rich lawn 

I was brought up Muslim and Christian 

I been studying Chrislam 

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 

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 sit the casa 

Your God exists, cause a lot of chicks holler 

Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit 

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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 bumpin' 

So I tell them all to put that on somethin' 

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 a just spit it, I'm a 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 fuck 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 and shit 

My message is beyond this shit 

I put that on everything, I'm just being honest, shit 

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 ass 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 them 

My lane focus on the wealth 

I been living good, I been feeling fine 

Pass the sriracha, I put that shit on all of mine 

Busting like Columbine combined with a terrorist's mind 

That's been confined in four walls for some time 

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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 bumpin' 

So I tell them all to put that on somethin' 

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 doin' it proper 

When I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie, ain't nobody gonna stop us! 

Nobody gon' top us, we leave 'em with no option 

And leave 'em with no conscience 

Leave 'em with no oxygen 

Leave 'em with no problem 

And even though I could see what they watchin' 

TV with a DVD, I could repeat it with a CDC street shockin' 

He see if a DB out there 

Tell em Easy-E Compton 

And he can eat me like a [?] shopping 

Credit Card Max, bring the bars back 

Fuck your whole [?], all that 

Burn your house and bring your heart back 

Sever your face and pin the doormat 

Who got the keys to the brand new corvette 

Can't catch me, a man in all black 

I bought a nice ship since catman on crack 

Fuck that, I was nice way before that 

Can't ignore that, you can try though 

But you gone end up next to God though 

I'm a pen that robe, 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 hect camacho 

With a Catholic priest and the pentecostal 

Why you niggas wiggdy wiggdy wack 

Giggdy Giggdy back 

With a [?] patch 

Jump in the middle of the track 

None of y'all niggas can act 

So y'all niggas are back 

Come and get it again 

Give me your moment of fall (fall!) 

I can do it better than yours (yours!) 

Run it! 

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 bumpin' 

So I tell them all to put that on somethin' 

Sriracha, I put that on everything 

Sriracha, I put that on everything 

Sriracha, I put that on everything 

Sriracha, I put that on everything