Yeah, I walk in this bitch, yeah, I walk in the function
You don't carry no strap, lil' bitch, you is bluffin'
Still up in the trenches, you know how we comin'
Still up in this bitch, mixing ack with the tussin
Still stuntin' tha boy, bitch, you know how we do it
That bitch boy a faggot, he virgin like Lucid
I'm uppin' the strap, then I leave tha boy clueless
I'm really about it, I'm really gon' do it
If you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't gonna shoot
If you talk out yo mouth, you gon' f*ck up my mood
Please GTFO of my way like bitch move
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' yo thot and she like how I move
I'm crazy on record, I pop a bitch too
I'm poppin' a shotgun while off of the shrooms
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' yo momma, you don't gotta clue
I'm punkin' her BF like bitch what it do, bitch
Yo boyfriend f*ckin' hate me, yo dumb bitch wanna date me
My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy, steady pushin' out white like the 80s
Boy, you not gang, you can't faze me
F*ck my damn bitch and she ate me
And my lil bro, he amaze me, shooting them opps like he crazy
I'm walkin' this bitch with a Glock in my hand
And a blade in my head, and all you bitches are fed
F*ck, what's the fake, why I eliminate any foe
That don't know exactly where I stand
I'm stayin' on your grave for the life that it take
And I'm makin' all of these big bands
Look at the f*ckers, they're scattered like grass
When I tap on this gathering it's great
F*ck your existence, I'll put it away
And it is locked from the end of my plate
I'm comin' to D.C., I do not know pain
Walkin' with bullets inside of my brain
Motherf*ckers up at the I.C.K., they're lookin' at your clique
And I know that we're all fake
I pull open the knives, we arise a new fate
We arise a new fate
Yeah, I walk in this bitch, yeah, I walk in the function
You don't carry no strap, lil' bitch, you is bluffin'
Still up in the trenches, you know how we comin'
Still up in this bitch, mixing ack with the tussin
Still stuntin' tha boy, bitch, you know how we do it
That bitch boy a faggot, he virgin like Lucid
I'm uppin' the strap, then I leave tha boy clueless
I'm really about it, I'm really gon' do it
If you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't gonna shoot
If you talk out yo mouth, you gon' f*ck up my mood
Please GTFO of my way like bitch move
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' yo thot and she like how I move
I'm crazy on record, I pop a bitch too
I'm poppin' a shotgun while off of the shrooms
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' yo momma, you don't gotta clue
I'm punkin' her BF like bitch what it do, bitch
Yo boyfriend f*ckin' hate me, yo dumb bitch wanna date me
My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy, steady pushin' out white like the 80s
Boy, you not gang, you can't faze me
F*ck my damn bitch and she ate me
And my lil bro, he amaze me, shooting them opps like he crazy
zer0xthrash - KXSO! (feat. Kill Dyll) Lyrics
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Yeah, I walk in this bitch, yeah, I walk in the function
You don't carry no strap, lil' bitch, you is bluffin'
Still up in the trenches, you know how we comin'
Still up in this bitch, mixing ack with the tussin
Still stuntin' tha boy, bitch, you know how we do it
That bitch boy a faggot, he virgin like Lucid
I'm uppin' the strap, then I leave tha boy clueless
I'm really about it, I'm really gon' do it
If you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't gonna shoot
If you talk out yo mouth, you gon' f*ck up my mood
Please GTFO of my way like bitch move
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' yo thot and she like how I move
I'm crazy on record, I pop a bitch too
I'm poppin' a shotgun while off of the shrooms
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' yo momma, you don't gotta clue
I'm punkin' her BF like bitch what it do, bitch
Yo boyfriend f*ckin' hate me, yo dumb bitch wanna date me
My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy, steady pushin' out white like the 80s
Boy, you not gang, you can't faze me
F*ck my damn bitch and she ate me
And my lil bro, he amaze me, shooting them opps like he crazy
I'm walkin' this bitch with a Glock in my hand
And a blade in my head, and all you bitches are fed
F*ck, what's the fake, why I eliminate any foe
That don't know exactly where I stand
I'm stayin' on your grave for the life that it take
And I'm makin' all of these big bands
Look at the f*ckers, they're scattered like grass
When I tap on this gathering it's great
F*ck your existence, I'll put it away
And it is locked from the end of my plate
I'm comin' to D.C., I do not know pain
Walkin' with bullets inside of my brain
Motherf*ckers up at the I.C.K., they're lookin' at your clique
And I know that we're all fake
I pull open the knives, we arise a new fate
We arise a new fate
Yeah, I walk in this bitch, yeah, I walk in the function
You don't carry no strap, lil' bitch, you is bluffin'
Still up in the trenches, you know how we comin'
Still up in this bitch, mixing ack with the tussin
Still stuntin' tha boy, bitch, you know how we do it
That bitch boy a faggot, he virgin like Lucid
I'm uppin' the strap, then I leave tha boy clueless
I'm really about it, I'm really gon' do it
If you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't gonna shoot
If you talk out yo mouth, you gon' f*ck up my mood
Please GTFO of my way like bitch move
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' yo thot and she like how I move
I'm crazy on record, I pop a bitch too
I'm poppin' a shotgun while off of the shrooms
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' yo momma, you don't gotta clue
I'm punkin' her BF like bitch what it do, bitch
Yo boyfriend f*ckin' hate me, yo dumb bitch wanna date me
My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy, steady pushin' out white like the 80s
Boy, you not gang, you can't faze me
F*ck my damn bitch and she ate me
And my lil bro, he amaze me, shooting them opps like he crazy
You don't carry no strap, lil' bitch, you is bluffin'
Still up in the trenches, you know how we comin'
Still up in this bitch, mixing ack with the tussin
Still stuntin' tha boy, bitch, you know how we do it
That bitch boy a faggot, he virgin like Lucid
I'm uppin' the strap, then I leave tha boy clueless
I'm really about it, I'm really gon' do it
If you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't gonna shoot
If you talk out yo mouth, you gon' f*ck up my mood
Please GTFO of my way like bitch move
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' yo thot and she like how I move
I'm crazy on record, I pop a bitch too
I'm poppin' a shotgun while off of the shrooms
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' yo momma, you don't gotta clue
I'm punkin' her BF like bitch what it do, bitch
Yo boyfriend f*ckin' hate me, yo dumb bitch wanna date me
My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy, steady pushin' out white like the 80s
Boy, you not gang, you can't faze me
F*ck my damn bitch and she ate me
And my lil bro, he amaze me, shooting them opps like he crazy
I'm walkin' this bitch with a Glock in my hand
And a blade in my head, and all you bitches are fed
F*ck, what's the fake, why I eliminate any foe
That don't know exactly where I stand
I'm stayin' on your grave for the life that it take
And I'm makin' all of these big bands
Look at the f*ckers, they're scattered like grass
When I tap on this gathering it's great
F*ck your existence, I'll put it away
And it is locked from the end of my plate
I'm comin' to D.C., I do not know pain
Walkin' with bullets inside of my brain
Motherf*ckers up at the I.C.K., they're lookin' at your clique
And I know that we're all fake
I pull open the knives, we arise a new fate
We arise a new fate
Yeah, I walk in this bitch, yeah, I walk in the function
You don't carry no strap, lil' bitch, you is bluffin'
Still up in the trenches, you know how we comin'
Still up in this bitch, mixing ack with the tussin
Still stuntin' tha boy, bitch, you know how we do it
That bitch boy a faggot, he virgin like Lucid
I'm uppin' the strap, then I leave tha boy clueless
I'm really about it, I'm really gon' do it
If you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't gonna shoot
If you talk out yo mouth, you gon' f*ck up my mood
Please GTFO of my way like bitch move
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' yo thot and she like how I move
I'm crazy on record, I pop a bitch too
I'm poppin' a shotgun while off of the shrooms
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' yo momma, you don't gotta clue
I'm punkin' her BF like bitch what it do, bitch
Yo boyfriend f*ckin' hate me, yo dumb bitch wanna date me
My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy, steady pushin' out white like the 80s
Boy, you not gang, you can't faze me
F*ck my damn bitch and she ate me
And my lil bro, he amaze me, shooting them opps like he crazy
Writer: zack wilson
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