[Fuckyouak]
Pull the knife out my back
Grip the damn nine
Fuck with mine
Imma make him fucking flat line
Put a bullet hole thru his fucking jawline
While doing tricks with the blade
Hope you don’t mind
Yeah they wait for the day that I’m gon die
I really hate when people think that I'm a nice guy
When Imma murder everybody in your bloodline
I’m pissed off
Gonna blow up like a landmine
Put my middle fingers up cause I still don’t give a fuck
I should twist the fucking blade
When it’s up inside your gut
Jesse rеally love the blood drip
And i love thе fuck shit
When we get together
There’s not really a discussion (Yeah yeah)
C4 strapped to my chest screaming suicide
In this life that I’m living bitch it’s do or die
I don’t know if Imma live up to see 45
So when i’m looking in the mirror bitch I’m terrified
So I roll it up
Give the weed a puff
I’ve been feeling rough so
Please lemme beat it up
I can’t get enough
Gon feast when I eat it up
Dick up in your guts whoa
And my bitch a savage put the knife up to your throat bro
Whoa
Going for the gold
I’ve been on a roll
Won't stop till get my chain
Up on fucking froze
So go yous a little hoe
Fuck up on my bro
I’m ghost
Oh you didn’t know
Take away my soul
[JMattson]
Pull the knife out my pocket Issa bench made
On the block and I’m feeling like Dikembe
Take a chance lil bitch you got 10 days
Need that money in my hand I need my rent paid grip her French braids when I hit from the back I’m a fiend hoe
Blowin money like I’m drunk at the casino
Back with a motive to attack like I’m shego
They call me Vinny but I feel like uncle Nino C-notes in my jacket pocket with the blunt wrap, blood bath someone tellem get the fuck back, one strap on the waist one trunk bag, filled up with grenades don’t come back
Mothafucka if you really wanna problem we ain’t moving
I don’t think they really want it hear em talk but they don’t do it
Run up on a motherfucker if he talkin like he stupid
I don’t think he really bout it on his block but he ain’t shooting lil bitch why you actin like you hot shit
Totin pistols on the gram but you ain’t shot shit opp shit I been makin moves and makin moshpits godless tell me I should pray I’d rather not bitch
Glock out pull the Glock out like I’m Witchouse
Pop out with my cock out at your bitch house
Lockdown got it locked down like a grid now
Ayy
Hellhound for the win now
Pull the knife out my back
Grip the damn nine
Fuck with mine
Imma make him fucking flat line
Put a bullet hole thru his fucking jawline
While doing tricks with the blade
Hope you don’t mind
Yeah they wait for the day that I’m gon die
I really hate when people think that I'm a nice guy
When Imma murder everybody in your bloodline
I’m pissed off
Gonna blow up like a landmine
Put my middle fingers up cause I still don’t give a fuck
I should twist the fucking blade
When it’s up inside your gut
Jesse rеally love the blood drip
And i love thе fuck shit
When we get together
There’s not really a discussion (Yeah yeah)
C4 strapped to my chest screaming suicide
In this life that I’m living bitch it’s do or die
I don’t know if Imma live up to see 45
So when i’m looking in the mirror bitch I’m terrified
So I roll it up
Give the weed a puff
I’ve been feeling rough so
Please lemme beat it up
I can’t get enough
Gon feast when I eat it up
Dick up in your guts whoa
And my bitch a savage put the knife up to your throat bro
Whoa
Going for the gold
I’ve been on a roll
Won't stop till get my chain
Up on fucking froze
So go yous a little hoe
Fuck up on my bro
I’m ghost
Oh you didn’t know
Take away my soul
[JMattson]
Pull the knife out my pocket Issa bench made
On the block and I’m feeling like Dikembe
Take a chance lil bitch you got 10 days
Need that money in my hand I need my rent paid grip her French braids when I hit from the back I’m a fiend hoe
Blowin money like I’m drunk at the casino
Back with a motive to attack like I’m shego
They call me Vinny but I feel like uncle Nino C-notes in my jacket pocket with the blunt wrap, blood bath someone tellem get the fuck back, one strap on the waist one trunk bag, filled up with grenades don’t come back
Mothafucka if you really wanna problem we ain’t moving
I don’t think they really want it hear em talk but they don’t do it
Run up on a motherfucker if he talkin like he stupid
I don’t think he really bout it on his block but he ain’t shooting lil bitch why you actin like you hot shit
Totin pistols on the gram but you ain’t shot shit opp shit I been makin moves and makin moshpits godless tell me I should pray I’d rather not bitch
Glock out pull the Glock out like I’m Witchouse
Pop out with my cock out at your bitch house
Lockdown got it locked down like a grid now
Ayy
Hellhound for the win now
( Jmattson )
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