Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cedric Brown
Songwriter
Lyrics
We go by Skytzo
Mentally ill
Never chill with them fuck niggaz
Bitch pop a pill
Triple six all in the stereo
Merry go bitches
Snorting dope
What the fuck hmm
Don't fuck wit skytz I wouldn't Test Your luck
Cock back let it scatter now yo Brains is on a platter
Cup full of that mud
Got the blunt stuffed with da Spinach
Bitch you all talk get these hands
Chiropractic
Dressed in all black niggas think I'm satanic
Hmph
Oh no here he go again with that Dark shit
Yo bitch love it she touching my Mask bask in the ambience
Woah
Watashi wa ī hitodesu ha
Fuck that
Say goodbye to the good guy
1, 2 Skytz is coming for you
3, 4 Better lock your door
5, 6 Get ya crucifix
7, 8 Don't stay up late ugh
Eric draven taken
My revenge whoever slaughtered Us
Slumped in my madness these pill Ain't even effective hush
Trust not nan motherfucka on dat Hoe shit
Insane
Mind frame
Switch blade
Thru your brain
Fuck them
Gotta problem bet they not gone Solve it
Shut the fuck up
Voices in my head it's getting Crowded
You can back up
Swiinnng on that bitch swing on That hoe
Skytzo never been no bitch ain't Never been no hoe
Shinigami
Most of these niggas is flogging
Mask on my face like a samurai
Niggas be trying but can not fly
General tso with tha sauce
Cracking my knuckles I'm kaneki
Come to the land of the lost
Skytzo bitch immortalized
Writer(s): Cedric Brown
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