Yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye
Heatseeking sabertooth grim reaping
Magazine depleting let me leave you leaking
Heatseeking sabertooth grim reaping
Magazine depleting let me leave you leaking
Cigarette in my motherf*cking vest
Witch of the West with a bullet-hole chest
Crucifix crest, silver bullets stay blessed (up)
Razerblade stress, so obsessed, never rest (up)
Playin possessed, pocket rocket surpressed
Air drop me your location
Pulling up with bloody fists, oh bitch
Sold my soul to Hades
For a Glock and 20 hollow tips
Hollow witch, ick, made a stitch
Creeping in your mirror bitch
83 plus 40k equals triple six
She suck me up in a minivan
Your bulletvest, made of frying pans
Shoot yo mans, like I'm shooting cans
Bitch I'm catching hands, like a f*cking man
Outta quap, where the black mask
Flashback, to a past stash
Hack slash, where the gang at
Bullet case flash, make your brain ash
Wrapping my hand like a mummy (aye)
I put my dick in her tummy, yeah
Sabertooth Glock with a night, sight
Hit him with the sawed-off shotty, yeah
Stand up we catching a body, yeah
Pitbull off a molly, yeah
Kawasaki what I nollie, yeah
Nagasaki everybody
Best believe I got clips, aye
Go right in yo body, yeah
Moving p's, bitch I ship, aye
One night with yo shawty, yeah
Two barrels in the shotty, yeah
Codeine when Im sick, aye
Put eight in yo bitch, aye
Got marks on our wrist, aye
I'm a dog in this bitch, roof
Get ready Imma grip, too
If we got some problems, I see you in tomorrow, then you gon' die by my connon
F*ck it I think that I went too far and I cannot leave nobody standing, huh
See you posted with the click, huh
All yo click is a bitch, huh
Imma f*ck on your bop, huh
Really rip up that clit, huh
I got weed, I got xans, aye
She gon' get in my pants, aye
Walking 'round with a bih, aye
Send a shot he gon miss, aye
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Yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye
Heatseeking sabertooth grim reaping
Magazine depleting let me leave you leaking
Heatseeking sabertooth grim reaping
Magazine depleting let me leave you leaking
Cigarette in my motherf*cking vest
Witch of the West with a bullet-hole chest
Crucifix crest, silver bullets stay blessed (up)
Razerblade stress, so obsessed, never rest (up)
Playin possessed, pocket rocket surpressed
Air drop me your location
Pulling up with bloody fists, oh bitch
Sold my soul to Hades
For a Glock and 20 hollow tips
Hollow witch, ick, made a stitch
Creeping in your mirror bitch
83 plus 40k equals triple six
She suck me up in a minivan
Your bulletvest, made of frying pans
Shoot yo mans, like I'm shooting cans
Bitch I'm catching hands, like a f*cking man
Outta quap, where the black mask
Flashback, to a past stash
Hack slash, where the gang at
Bullet case flash, make your brain ash
Wrapping my hand like a mummy (aye)
I put my dick in her tummy, yeah
Sabertooth Glock with a night, sight
Hit him with the sawed-off shotty, yeah
Stand up we catching a body, yeah
Pitbull off a molly, yeah
Kawasaki what I nollie, yeah
Nagasaki everybody
Best believe I got clips, aye
Go right in yo body, yeah
Moving p's, bitch I ship, aye
One night with yo shawty, yeah
Two barrels in the shotty, yeah
Codeine when Im sick, aye
Put eight in yo bitch, aye
Got marks on our wrist, aye
I'm a dog in this bitch, roof
Get ready Imma grip, too
If we got some problems, I see you in tomorrow, then you gon' die by my connon
F*ck it I think that I went too far and I cannot leave nobody standing, huh
See you posted with the click, huh
All yo click is a bitch, huh
Imma f*ck on your bop, huh
Really rip up that clit, huh
I got weed, I got xans, aye
She gon' get in my pants, aye
Walking 'round with a bih, aye
Send a shot he gon miss, aye
Heatseeking sabertooth grim reaping
Magazine depleting let me leave you leaking
Heatseeking sabertooth grim reaping
Magazine depleting let me leave you leaking
Cigarette in my motherf*cking vest
Witch of the West with a bullet-hole chest
Crucifix crest, silver bullets stay blessed (up)
Razerblade stress, so obsessed, never rest (up)
Playin possessed, pocket rocket surpressed
Air drop me your location
Pulling up with bloody fists, oh bitch
Sold my soul to Hades
For a Glock and 20 hollow tips
Hollow witch, ick, made a stitch
Creeping in your mirror bitch
83 plus 40k equals triple six
She suck me up in a minivan
Your bulletvest, made of frying pans
Shoot yo mans, like I'm shooting cans
Bitch I'm catching hands, like a f*cking man
Outta quap, where the black mask
Flashback, to a past stash
Hack slash, where the gang at
Bullet case flash, make your brain ash
Wrapping my hand like a mummy (aye)
I put my dick in her tummy, yeah
Sabertooth Glock with a night, sight
Hit him with the sawed-off shotty, yeah
Stand up we catching a body, yeah
Pitbull off a molly, yeah
Kawasaki what I nollie, yeah
Nagasaki everybody
Best believe I got clips, aye
Go right in yo body, yeah
Moving p's, bitch I ship, aye
One night with yo shawty, yeah
Two barrels in the shotty, yeah
Codeine when Im sick, aye
Put eight in yo bitch, aye
Got marks on our wrist, aye
I'm a dog in this bitch, roof
Get ready Imma grip, too
If we got some problems, I see you in tomorrow, then you gon' die by my connon
F*ck it I think that I went too far and I cannot leave nobody standing, huh
See you posted with the click, huh
All yo click is a bitch, huh
Imma f*ck on your bop, huh
Really rip up that clit, huh
I got weed, I got xans, aye
She gon' get in my pants, aye
Walking 'round with a bih, aye
Send a shot he gon miss, aye
Writer: 3 Hades, Riley Amend
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid