Lyrics

Zed grab the dutch to black out my lungs Imma hand it to Saliva watch him ash it on his tongue Bitch i keep the weapon tucked so come and get you some One thing you should know about me baby ion give a fuck I put that hollow through yo chest no chance you gon lay low 6 feet deep im slithering with yo face bones Guaranteed to heaven but severing where the faith go? I ain't with the rest of you fuckers y'all bunch of fake hoes I don't know if you Saw but I aint playing no games Imma take the polaroid and imma step up out the frame Told em kick rocks cause everybody sound the same Finna go about my day I be higher than a plane Bitch I'm flipping the fucking bird Blow my smoke up in the air From 4 to the coast i be good everywhere Boy you talkin from the burbs Mane you getting on my nerves How you finna get away when yo whip can't get off the curb I'm playing league smoking weed gettin paid While these other broke rappers Flexing on they gram but live up at they mamas place Had to let these bitches know we ain't on the same page Imma ghost ride yo bitch up in the 4th like Nick Cage (stupid bitch) One drop ain't gon stop you ain't fuckin wit the mob No god, imma goblin I been a fuckin boss No cause, dead and gone taking 20 to yo top Might remove em get the shootas, i ain't do it I been Tired, rest my head up on these bands hoe Sight up on the target imma hit em wit the dreadbore Tie em, put em 6 under cement tho I ain't with the yapping sew the mouth and let this K talk Pussy muhfucker you want it then you can get it I got 6 digits in the bank 9 digits on the streams Got the .556 making swiss up out yo face Gotta slang, i ain't selling but I never left the game Never left the pain .556 leave a hole up in your face If he wanted war, steady hands and razor blades If he wanted talk, ready waiting with a grave See me waiting for the silence, the lining inside the hearse Ever haunted, hollow, walk out a coffin for my return now Razor wire round me, I'm tethered up on the earth So I guess he felt like god 'til he met him inside the dirt Let it hurt, facing pain I've been hanging to take my soul back Skull crack, aiming at anything for the contract Fuck it all anyway, nothing until it's all black Hopping off the boat to the bottom before I fall flat Tony when I hawk him kick the coffin, flip the headstone Blood up in the air I wish for death up in the end though Waiting for the venom no anti hero, my head low If he want war, he walking into a dead zone Zed grab the dutch to black out my lungs Imma hand it to Saliva watch him ash it on his tongue Bitch i keep the weapon tucked so come and get you some One thing you should know about me baby ion give a fuck I put that hollow through yo chest no chance you gon lay low 6 feet deep im slithering with yo face bones Guaranteed to heaven but severing where the faith go? I ain't with the rest of you fuckers y'all bunch of fake hoes
Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran, Nicholas Dismore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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