Born in New Jersey
Bitch im boutta snap
No Sam JR with the motha f*cking golf cap
Pussy talking shit im finna pull up with the gat
Run a train on that bitch but her ass hella flat
Yeehat, spathi, star control
Immortal sin im on a roll
2018 super bowl
The Eagles won, its time to troll
The bitches I'm f*cking then doubled up
I pour water in my double cup
You bitches be softer then honey buns
Just bought a new heater I love new guns
I did this shit f*ck the obstacles
They told me this shit was impossible
But none of they theories was possible
I'm seeing shit clear with no opticals
You do not know nothing about my past
I come from the suburbs so no we don't blast
But I got these problems no way I can solve em
Slicing my wrist from depressible causes
I'm all alone in this world nobody cares
I'm talking to Satan cuz god isn't there
Sold off my soul cuz this life isn't fair
So I gotta make or else I have failed
Coming out swinging and cutting these people
I keep the blade tucked in my wrist I'm so evil
Like Evel Knievel I'm stunting on retards
Who think they the best yeah they think that they be hard
I'm coming for blood I'll make you go crip
I swear to god I've had enough of this shit
Don't come at me thinking Ill see you and dip
I got so much anger built up this is it
Don't try and approach me with all of your homies
Switch blade on me I'll slice you in a moment
I don't talk to people on god I'm so lonely
Give me a beat in a minute I'm on it
Slice you in half I feel like Freddy Krueger
You losers keep tryna test me bro you stupid
I'm just a young boy trying to start a movement
Im bout to lose it I'm bout to lose it
Yo momma a bitch
That bitch a mothaf*cking snitch
Leaving holes right in yo head
Pull up with pole and i leave y'all dead
Bitch i pull up with scope
Water whipping with the pope
Bitch im always smoking dope
Try me lil bitch i'm a foe
Born in New Jersey
Bitch im boutta snap
No Sam JR with the motha f*cking golf cap
Pussy talking shit im finna pull up with the gat
Run a train on that bitch but her ass hella flat
Yeehat, spathi, star control
Immortal sin im on a roll
2018 super bowl
The Eagles won, its time to troll
Evans - Gang Shit! (feat. Waste.) Lyrics
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Born in New Jersey
Bitch im boutta snap
No Sam JR with the motha f*cking golf cap
Pussy talking shit im finna pull up with the gat
Run a train on that bitch but her ass hella flat
Yeehat, spathi, star control
Immortal sin im on a roll
2018 super bowl
The Eagles won, its time to troll
The bitches I'm f*cking then doubled up
I pour water in my double cup
You bitches be softer then honey buns
Just bought a new heater I love new guns
I did this shit f*ck the obstacles
They told me this shit was impossible
But none of they theories was possible
I'm seeing shit clear with no opticals
You do not know nothing about my past
I come from the suburbs so no we don't blast
But I got these problems no way I can solve em
Slicing my wrist from depressible causes
I'm all alone in this world nobody cares
I'm talking to Satan cuz god isn't there
Sold off my soul cuz this life isn't fair
So I gotta make or else I have failed
Coming out swinging and cutting these people
I keep the blade tucked in my wrist I'm so evil
Like Evel Knievel I'm stunting on retards
Who think they the best yeah they think that they be hard
I'm coming for blood I'll make you go crip
I swear to god I've had enough of this shit
Don't come at me thinking Ill see you and dip
I got so much anger built up this is it
Don't try and approach me with all of your homies
Switch blade on me I'll slice you in a moment
I don't talk to people on god I'm so lonely
Give me a beat in a minute I'm on it
Slice you in half I feel like Freddy Krueger
You losers keep tryna test me bro you stupid
I'm just a young boy trying to start a movement
Im bout to lose it I'm bout to lose it
Yo momma a bitch
That bitch a mothaf*cking snitch
Leaving holes right in yo head
Pull up with pole and i leave y'all dead
Bitch i pull up with scope
Water whipping with the pope
Bitch im always smoking dope
Try me lil bitch i'm a foe
Born in New Jersey
Bitch im boutta snap
No Sam JR with the motha f*cking golf cap
Pussy talking shit im finna pull up with the gat
Run a train on that bitch but her ass hella flat
Yeehat, spathi, star control
Immortal sin im on a roll
2018 super bowl
The Eagles won, its time to troll
Bitch im boutta snap
No Sam JR with the motha f*cking golf cap
Pussy talking shit im finna pull up with the gat
Run a train on that bitch but her ass hella flat
Yeehat, spathi, star control
Immortal sin im on a roll
2018 super bowl
The Eagles won, its time to troll
The bitches I'm f*cking then doubled up
I pour water in my double cup
You bitches be softer then honey buns
Just bought a new heater I love new guns
I did this shit f*ck the obstacles
They told me this shit was impossible
But none of they theories was possible
I'm seeing shit clear with no opticals
You do not know nothing about my past
I come from the suburbs so no we don't blast
But I got these problems no way I can solve em
Slicing my wrist from depressible causes
I'm all alone in this world nobody cares
I'm talking to Satan cuz god isn't there
Sold off my soul cuz this life isn't fair
So I gotta make or else I have failed
Coming out swinging and cutting these people
I keep the blade tucked in my wrist I'm so evil
Like Evel Knievel I'm stunting on retards
Who think they the best yeah they think that they be hard
I'm coming for blood I'll make you go crip
I swear to god I've had enough of this shit
Don't come at me thinking Ill see you and dip
I got so much anger built up this is it
Don't try and approach me with all of your homies
Switch blade on me I'll slice you in a moment
I don't talk to people on god I'm so lonely
Give me a beat in a minute I'm on it
Slice you in half I feel like Freddy Krueger
You losers keep tryna test me bro you stupid
I'm just a young boy trying to start a movement
Im bout to lose it I'm bout to lose it
Yo momma a bitch
That bitch a mothaf*cking snitch
Leaving holes right in yo head
Pull up with pole and i leave y'all dead
Bitch i pull up with scope
Water whipping with the pope
Bitch im always smoking dope
Try me lil bitch i'm a foe
Born in New Jersey
Bitch im boutta snap
No Sam JR with the motha f*cking golf cap
Pussy talking shit im finna pull up with the gat
Run a train on that bitch but her ass hella flat
Yeehat, spathi, star control
Immortal sin im on a roll
2018 super bowl
The Eagles won, its time to troll
Writer: Nolan Evans
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid