HUNNE - SUKIYAKI Lyrics

All these f*ckin pussies they be fake
Wondering what it'd take
To kill em all and leave wit no mistakes
Tried to scam us for the weed
Let them f*ck boys off easy
Cus next time they ain't leaving
Leave their momma's grieving
Pull it out my f*ckin pocket
Shoot him in his f*ckin socket
Put him in the trunk and lock it
Tell em it's a prophet
Make em stutter
Imma killer when I g- get my deposit
Then I go and make a profit
Then Im floating when the pot hit
Ice all over me I'm dressed up like it's f*ckin winter
Pull up with the stick like I got a f*ckin splinter
Swipe up on a bitch I don't need no f*ckin tinder
Ain't making it to heaven cus Imma f*ckin sinner
Hit em from the back, swear these bitches turn to singers
Stomping on they ass it's no surprise why they be bitter
I'm so f*ckin sick and I keep on getting sicker
CYPHER coming back on the track so I had to go deliver
All these f*ckin pigs, had to chop em like karate
Im Rich just like I'm Roddy
My goth is riding shotty
You know she got that body
Oh yeah she's such a hottie
My flow be actin choppy
Leave them bitches disembodied
Ain't tryna act all cocky
All they do is wanna copy
Please call somebody I been feeling melancholy
Got that beef like SUKIYAKI
Tell them bitches get up off me
Hit em in the dome make their memory all foggy, ay