[Verse 1]
This ain’t the life i live don’t give
Look at me giving toys to kids
Get back rat-tat-tat eat her like a san-ack
Run back like track or you gon get it fag
It’s a dog eat dog, kill or be killed
Trash ass world don’t let it eat you
On the four corners it’s guns, drugs, snacks and
It’s us we’ll put you on a drum, tee dont fuck with me
There’s a war outside
And if you finna fight in it you won’t survive
Talking all crazy and we’ll kill you in the sky
Lookin at that cheap shit but boy that ain’t mine
Slanging and ranging and banging and hanging, killua, kill you all, blow up a fucking mall
Burn it to a crisp, watch my wrist flick, dick that bitch, dick her too this shit, woo
Hit em with the synonym our gang is un-definitive what the fuck is you feeding him i got blades and its all for them
Trapoholics where you getting this i put my kins onto him—slow the fuck down
[Verse 2]
I’m a dauntless, like Tris, see yo bitch and givе her dick
Slap-stick, hockey, need some fucking chap-stick
Comе find and kill you, Neeson
Bitch i’m barely pushing 20, like a Nissan
Fucking around, bitch, should i grab the clip?
Drumming around, shit, should i fucking slit?
Hit em both down, bitch, grab the damn clip
Slagging around, shit, i should fucking slit
Hit em both down, grabbing the rounds, slamming on drum, bitch
Get her ass down, snatching the mound, running off numb, bitch
Slapping down nouns, hit em and drown, killing all them, bitch
Breeding new sounds, faking no shit, distort the shit, bitch
Kill her with slipped dick
Stabbing her in the clit
Ain't no shit
Being taken from a bitch
[Verse 3]
Look at these scars on my wrist
Look at the tears i put in this
Song, bitch you always wrong
Why you lying, we’ll make you gone
Say we wrong we’ll rip you like a bong
Old as shit bing, trash as shit bing
Boy we don’t sing, we just to mean
Like Mr. Clean, we’ll run your head clean
Still remember the day i put the knob on
Still remember when i went to camp Flog Gnaw
Still remember when i let his bod drop
I remember seeing that made my jaw drop
Homies taking out blood let this shit run
Fuckas getting down, hit the pistol blunt
All my family Christian, don’t fuck with religion
Honestly i think i’d rather go down than up, bitch
This ain’t the life i live don’t give
Look at me giving toys to kids
Get back rat-tat-tat eat her like a san-ack
Run back like track or you gon get it fag
It’s a dog eat dog, kill or be killed
Trash ass world don’t let it eat you
On the four corners it’s guns, drugs, snacks and
It’s us we’ll put you on a drum, tee dont fuck with me
There’s a war outside
And if you finna fight in it you won’t survive
Talking all crazy and we’ll kill you in the sky
Lookin at that cheap shit but boy that ain’t mine
Slanging and ranging and banging and hanging, killua, kill you all, blow up a fucking mall
Burn it to a crisp, watch my wrist flick, dick that bitch, dick her too this shit, woo
Hit em with the synonym our gang is un-definitive what the fuck is you feeding him i got blades and its all for them
Trapoholics where you getting this i put my kins onto him—slow the fuck down
[Verse 2]
I’m a dauntless, like Tris, see yo bitch and givе her dick
Slap-stick, hockey, need some fucking chap-stick
Comе find and kill you, Neeson
Bitch i’m barely pushing 20, like a Nissan
Fucking around, bitch, should i grab the clip?
Drumming around, shit, should i fucking slit?
Hit em both down, bitch, grab the damn clip
Slagging around, shit, i should fucking slit
Hit em both down, grabbing the rounds, slamming on drum, bitch
Get her ass down, snatching the mound, running off numb, bitch
Slapping down nouns, hit em and drown, killing all them, bitch
Breeding new sounds, faking no shit, distort the shit, bitch
Kill her with slipped dick
Stabbing her in the clit
Ain't no shit
Being taken from a bitch
[Verse 3]
Look at these scars on my wrist
Look at the tears i put in this
Song, bitch you always wrong
Why you lying, we’ll make you gone
Say we wrong we’ll rip you like a bong
Old as shit bing, trash as shit bing
Boy we don’t sing, we just to mean
Like Mr. Clean, we’ll run your head clean
Still remember the day i put the knob on
Still remember when i went to camp Flog Gnaw
Still remember when i let his bod drop
I remember seeing that made my jaw drop
Homies taking out blood let this shit run
Fuckas getting down, hit the pistol blunt
All my family Christian, don’t fuck with religion
Honestly i think i’d rather go down than up, bitch
( TENKLLER )
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