Dead on Sight - Cold War (feat. Lord Distortion, Yung Wimbo, Papa Sleep & Venting Palace) Lyrics

Beretta shephard take you down to many levels
Hella bellows coming out and roaring
Scraping out the tent, your entry level
I'm the tendril devil, groping you to hell the ghetto
Pull up in the chevy, metal shooting out the clip till death it's settled
But you cease to be a threat
Rub the feces on your flesh
That pcp to give him rest
Now the blue beam seem to be correct
I'm flexing out the cold north
Desecrate your cohorts
Decorate the hemisphere with weapons like a cold war
I get the bag cuz I put in the work
Im blowing up so they call me yung kurt
Pop me a perc, give em a smirk
F*ck with the dogs and get hurt, get put in herse
Sipping the mud never sip dirt
I got the guns so I shoot it like merc
I got the funds so I spend it like durk
I got the drugs so I sell it like clerk
Semi on me and it's testing
Run up on me you gon lose your intestines
Ain't no og, but you guessed it
Bitch you ain't run the game I reffed it
And I checked it
You ain't got funds in the bank
You ain't as good as you think
Talking the shit like a septic tank
Don't give a f*ck what the f*ck you think, bitch
Bodies get sold like a cold war mine dud
Hit the cold floor spill the blood up on the f*cking rug
Chugging pesticide huffing petrol at your f*cking ride
Dial 1800 hate your f*cking life darknet type of sale
Hit the 9th circle flow is cold as hell
Trade you for some blow afraid of all the pale labyrinths where I dwell
Angel dust nap
Barcode tat on your neck that's a wrap
Out the rope in the bag
Do the 100 mile dash to the king with the rash when you f*ckers searching for the fame that never last
I've got a life and now I'm deemed irregular
Roll up a j, and f*ck up my inhibitors
Watching you bleed, man that shit is spectacular
Rolex, a patek don't matter when you are dead
Dos changed the game bitch
Dead on sight, dead on sight, dead on sight
Ain't nobody else the same bitch
Dead on sight, dead on sight, dead on sight