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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaden Hone
Jaden Hone
Songwriter
Nathan Wright
Nathan Wright
Songwriter
Isaac Barber
Isaac Barber
Songwriter
Tobias Smyth
Tobias Smyth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaden Hone
Jaden Hone
Engineer
CULTXRE
CULTXRE
Producer

Lyrics

I might just cut out ya jugular They be fiending for blood and guts Ain't a demon i said enough Got a feelin if i run up And i drop a fuckin 9 on ya front doorstep You won't do shit but look around clueless And say "what's next?" Ain't perplexing i'm an individual with no lessons I don't want your fuckin love i want a smith and wesson I don't want your fuckin trust i wanna see you stepping I don't want your fuckin help i wanna see you Ending Cop a brand new vest just to keep under my Beater Ain't a cheater but just know that i ain't losin it either Ain't flipping right now but my bread come in like the dealer Got the play come on baby we can go kick it like fifa This that bulletproof 110 sippin liquor till we dead I might be fucked up in the head but who is sane anyway? I got people want me dead they can come and takeaway I forgot bout what i said but imma make my getaway When i pull up to scene poke you all up like a feind Not a killer but i love the fucking color when you bleed Imma get you on the ground and make you beg and plead This all pure emotion this shit ain't bout the greed I'm a villian no pun intended but make a fucking killing Stab you in the guts and that shit start spilling Y'all don't even know what i'm willing to do Yeah yall ain't got a clue im a killer like the flu I might just cut out ya jugular They be fiending for blood and guts Ain't a demon i said enough Got a feelin if i run up And i drop a fuckin 9 on ya front doorstep You won't do shit but look around clueless And say "what's next?" Ain't perplexing i'm an individual with no lessons I don't want your fuckin love i want a smith and wesson I don't want your fuckin trust i wanna see you stepping I don't want your fuckin help i wanna see you Ending Ahhhhhhh imma fein hit you with this beam Watch the way you walking im damned to pick up a plead Shut up bitch stop talking Hit you with this toolie that llama Hit you with yo momma walking in the fucking projects I'm so fucking modest Never promise I make commas Bitch im falling Bitch im slipping Got im tripping * undetermined* Yes, I really do this Leaving yo bitch clueless Knock a nigga stupid No jaden bitch i'm lucid Only shots you'll take is penicillin Rigby in your dreams dont mean you Eggscellent Cracked my cranium needed stiches My brain spillin And ever since that day Been havin the same feelings Cut throat, Must smoke Need a cup of Joe, Musgrove I must float, Before my demons Tell me in dumb so Leave me in that puddle that you found me in Imma mud baby From the ground Im Bound to win I might just cut out ya jugular They be fiending for blood and guts Ain't a demon i said enough Got a feelin if i run up And i drop a fuckin 9 on ya front doorstep You won't do shit but look around clueless And say "what's next?" Ain't perplexing i'm an individual with no lessons I don't want your fuckin love i want a smith and wesson I don't want your fuckin trust i wanna see you stepping I don't want your fuckin help i wanna see you Ending
Writer(s): Isaac Barber, Jaden Hone, Nathan Wright, Tobias Smyth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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