Bitch i'm bout to pop up out this coffin
With 100 sticks
Each of them is silenced
And the clip it holds 100 tips
Saw em at the knees
If they really think that they running shit
I hate everybody you muhf*ckas can suck a dick
Face tatted up with a scythe
Wanna fight?
Wanna die?
Got my glock
And i'm not aiming down the sights
Imma squeeze
And you bleed
Leave him leaking in the streets
Imma imma imma imma imma muder everything
Death to a fake bitch
There's no conversation
Grip em by the throat
Then put the blade up in they face quick
Hey kid
You should really know i f*cking hate this
Acting like you love me
Then that pussy f*cking lane switched
All you rappers pussy
And i put that on my mama
Imma send you to the bottom of the bottom
If it ain't about the commas
Ion want the f*cking drama
You aint poppin how im poppin
Tell me get him then i got him
Yeah yeah
Got me f*cked up bitch
Yeah i run this shit
Hollowtips packed up
In my gun lil bitch
Where you come from bitch
You aint shot no shit
I aint got no f*cking vest up on the block lil bitch
I've been feeling crazy
Cause my mind won't let me sleep
I just pray for f*cking peace
When i be rhyming on the beat
I'm about to f*cking snap
And say f*ck it leave him deceased
And if you understand me
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh
Cause all these lil bitches
Wanna talk talk talk talk
You should turn around
And f*cking walk walk walk walk
Dance around the problem
Yeah they waltz waltz waltz waltz
Cockin back the glock
And it go pop pop pop pop
Stop drop roll
Don't f*cking tempt me
Cause i'll take your soul
I'm feeling manic and i'll lose control
Smoke your ass just like i smoke this bowl
So f*cking let go
Ride around the town
Choppa chop you like karate kid
Skirt off in the whip
I'm feeling like im ricky bobby bitch
Talking like he tough
But he's a call of duty lobby kid
Rob you for your money in your wallet
If you got it kid
Tryin me i'm not the one
I'll leave you in the f*cking dirt
Bitch i'm riding shotty
Let the devil whip the f*cking hearse
Blade up in your stomach
Wipe the blood off on your f*cking shirt
Voices in my head
Are telling me this life a f*cking curse
Everybody talking but never walking the walk
Now you're lifeless in the road
And your body outlined with chalk
You will never catch me lacking
I'm working around the clock
I'm focused all on my money
So now i dont wanna talk
I've been feeling crazy
Cause my mind won't let me sleep
I just pray for f*cking peace
When i be rhyming on the beat
I'm about to f*cking snap
And say f*ck it leave him deceased
And if you understand me
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh
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Bitch i'm bout to pop up out this coffin
With 100 sticks
Each of them is silenced
And the clip it holds 100 tips
Saw em at the knees
If they really think that they running shit
I hate everybody you muhf*ckas can suck a dick
Face tatted up with a scythe
Wanna fight?
Wanna die?
Got my glock
And i'm not aiming down the sights
Imma squeeze
And you bleed
Leave him leaking in the streets
Imma imma imma imma imma muder everything
Death to a fake bitch
There's no conversation
Grip em by the throat
Then put the blade up in they face quick
Hey kid
You should really know i f*cking hate this
Acting like you love me
Then that pussy f*cking lane switched
All you rappers pussy
And i put that on my mama
Imma send you to the bottom of the bottom
If it ain't about the commas
Ion want the f*cking drama
You aint poppin how im poppin
Tell me get him then i got him
Yeah yeah
Got me f*cked up bitch
Yeah i run this shit
Hollowtips packed up
In my gun lil bitch
Where you come from bitch
You aint shot no shit
I aint got no f*cking vest up on the block lil bitch
I've been feeling crazy
Cause my mind won't let me sleep
I just pray for f*cking peace
When i be rhyming on the beat
I'm about to f*cking snap
And say f*ck it leave him deceased
And if you understand me
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh
Cause all these lil bitches
Wanna talk talk talk talk
You should turn around
And f*cking walk walk walk walk
Dance around the problem
Yeah they waltz waltz waltz waltz
Cockin back the glock
And it go pop pop pop pop
Stop drop roll
Don't f*cking tempt me
Cause i'll take your soul
I'm feeling manic and i'll lose control
Smoke your ass just like i smoke this bowl
So f*cking let go
Ride around the town
Choppa chop you like karate kid
Skirt off in the whip
I'm feeling like im ricky bobby bitch
Talking like he tough
But he's a call of duty lobby kid
Rob you for your money in your wallet
If you got it kid
Tryin me i'm not the one
I'll leave you in the f*cking dirt
Bitch i'm riding shotty
Let the devil whip the f*cking hearse
Blade up in your stomach
Wipe the blood off on your f*cking shirt
Voices in my head
Are telling me this life a f*cking curse
Everybody talking but never walking the walk
Now you're lifeless in the road
And your body outlined with chalk
You will never catch me lacking
I'm working around the clock
I'm focused all on my money
So now i dont wanna talk
I've been feeling crazy
Cause my mind won't let me sleep
I just pray for f*cking peace
When i be rhyming on the beat
I'm about to f*cking snap
And say f*ck it leave him deceased
And if you understand me
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh
With 100 sticks
Each of them is silenced
And the clip it holds 100 tips
Saw em at the knees
If they really think that they running shit
I hate everybody you muhf*ckas can suck a dick
Face tatted up with a scythe
Wanna fight?
Wanna die?
Got my glock
And i'm not aiming down the sights
Imma squeeze
And you bleed
Leave him leaking in the streets
Imma imma imma imma imma muder everything
Death to a fake bitch
There's no conversation
Grip em by the throat
Then put the blade up in they face quick
Hey kid
You should really know i f*cking hate this
Acting like you love me
Then that pussy f*cking lane switched
All you rappers pussy
And i put that on my mama
Imma send you to the bottom of the bottom
If it ain't about the commas
Ion want the f*cking drama
You aint poppin how im poppin
Tell me get him then i got him
Yeah yeah
Got me f*cked up bitch
Yeah i run this shit
Hollowtips packed up
In my gun lil bitch
Where you come from bitch
You aint shot no shit
I aint got no f*cking vest up on the block lil bitch
I've been feeling crazy
Cause my mind won't let me sleep
I just pray for f*cking peace
When i be rhyming on the beat
I'm about to f*cking snap
And say f*ck it leave him deceased
And if you understand me
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh
Cause all these lil bitches
Wanna talk talk talk talk
You should turn around
And f*cking walk walk walk walk
Dance around the problem
Yeah they waltz waltz waltz waltz
Cockin back the glock
And it go pop pop pop pop
Stop drop roll
Don't f*cking tempt me
Cause i'll take your soul
I'm feeling manic and i'll lose control
Smoke your ass just like i smoke this bowl
So f*cking let go
Ride around the town
Choppa chop you like karate kid
Skirt off in the whip
I'm feeling like im ricky bobby bitch
Talking like he tough
But he's a call of duty lobby kid
Rob you for your money in your wallet
If you got it kid
Tryin me i'm not the one
I'll leave you in the f*cking dirt
Bitch i'm riding shotty
Let the devil whip the f*cking hearse
Blade up in your stomach
Wipe the blood off on your f*cking shirt
Voices in my head
Are telling me this life a f*cking curse
Everybody talking but never walking the walk
Now you're lifeless in the road
And your body outlined with chalk
You will never catch me lacking
I'm working around the clock
I'm focused all on my money
So now i dont wanna talk
I've been feeling crazy
Cause my mind won't let me sleep
I just pray for f*cking peace
When i be rhyming on the beat
I'm about to f*cking snap
And say f*ck it leave him deceased
And if you understand me
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh
Writer: Dominic Gregory
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid