Man down
Choppa clean you up like sham-wow
Hellhounds
Hungry pits inside the dog pound
12 rounds
Stand inside the ring get knocked out,
Big mouths
Talkin all that shit you ain't bout
Smokin on that loud it shake the windows call it sonic boom
Open up the pit we get to swingin watch us clear the room
Dr doom blinded from the sunlight walkin out my tomb
F*ck you bitin motha f*ckas leave you sweeped dont need a broom
Lack of oxygen I dont breathe I dont need that
Thinkin that you hard until we pull up change yo mindset
Im steady smokin pounds while you struggle for a dime bag
Hollow point sent through your head for free dont need a price tag
If lifes a game of chance I'll press my luck never gonna fold
Eyes rolled back I saw my rest until the knife cuts through my bone
I'm a soul of Roanoke meet my gaze and turn to stone
Ghost with a cut throat watch the blood run down your walls
No russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump bitch,
All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits,
No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal,
Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible
No russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump bitch,
All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits,
No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal,
Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible
Breaking down some bud bitch we out the mud count it up
Not too many motherf*ckers that I'm down to trust loud as f*ck
When we walk in you can smell us looking flyer than propellers
There ain't shit that you could tell us little bitch
Run it up run it up
Most these rappers dumb as f*ck
Double h m you bitch we bout this shit we steady coming up
What the f*ck what the f*ck
Excellent we nothing but
You gone pass the blunt or what
These Haters we gon f*ck em up hoe
All these motherf*ckers on some weak you shit you got me f*cked up if you think that I ain't peep it how come all the sudden everyone a bunch of leaches ran off with my style I got more you can keep it bitch
You know what the f*ck it is
8 grams in the wood you be smoking on them twigs
Never smoking mid got gelato in the spliff that's your girl tell me why the f*ck she all up on my dick
Fall back
Suck a dick lil pussy boy
You ain't got a .40 takin selfies with a toy hoe
Nerf gun thug bro I destroy his ego I feast on yo kinfolk like they were a meal
I just copped a deagle my sight on yo hero
I'm digging up graves and they calling me zero
I look like a rot boy you act like a beagle
Your life is so fake like you working at regal
Pullin up hit with an uzi knockin em out like I'm selling him roofies
I just got blood on my soobies
Red bottom walking I'm walkin on rubies
She saying use me drape me in Louis I ain't a noobie suckin that dick
Takin a groupie making her boujee, now I got Lucy all on my dick
Turning your ass into ash like a pyro hollowtips fire breathing call em spyro
F*ckin a bitch in the back aye
F*ckin a bitch for the bag aye
Hittin a lick and I'm calling it quits and I'm cutting a brick that I stash in the whip
Indica zip hit me up for the ick and I'm f*ckin yo butch with my dick in her ribs
Poppin out bitch I walk it out while you on your couch
Smoke em out bitch I'm rolling pounds only rolling loud
Bulletproof but they fall in down feed em to the crowd
Hellhounds running through your town no ain't no bodies found
Mvko - Zero (feat. Jmattson & Witchouse 40k) Lyrics
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Man down
Choppa clean you up like sham-wow
Hellhounds
Hungry pits inside the dog pound
12 rounds
Stand inside the ring get knocked out,
Big mouths
Talkin all that shit you ain't bout
Smokin on that loud it shake the windows call it sonic boom
Open up the pit we get to swingin watch us clear the room
Dr doom blinded from the sunlight walkin out my tomb
F*ck you bitin motha f*ckas leave you sweeped dont need a broom
Lack of oxygen I dont breathe I dont need that
Thinkin that you hard until we pull up change yo mindset
Im steady smokin pounds while you struggle for a dime bag
Hollow point sent through your head for free dont need a price tag
If lifes a game of chance I'll press my luck never gonna fold
Eyes rolled back I saw my rest until the knife cuts through my bone
I'm a soul of Roanoke meet my gaze and turn to stone
Ghost with a cut throat watch the blood run down your walls
No russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump bitch,
All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits,
No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal,
Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible
No russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump bitch,
All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits,
No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal,
Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible
Breaking down some bud bitch we out the mud count it up
Not too many motherf*ckers that I'm down to trust loud as f*ck
When we walk in you can smell us looking flyer than propellers
There ain't shit that you could tell us little bitch
Run it up run it up
Most these rappers dumb as f*ck
Double h m you bitch we bout this shit we steady coming up
What the f*ck what the f*ck
Excellent we nothing but
You gone pass the blunt or what
These Haters we gon f*ck em up hoe
All these motherf*ckers on some weak you shit you got me f*cked up if you think that I ain't peep it how come all the sudden everyone a bunch of leaches ran off with my style I got more you can keep it bitch
You know what the f*ck it is
8 grams in the wood you be smoking on them twigs
Never smoking mid got gelato in the spliff that's your girl tell me why the f*ck she all up on my dick
Fall back
Suck a dick lil pussy boy
You ain't got a .40 takin selfies with a toy hoe
Nerf gun thug bro I destroy his ego I feast on yo kinfolk like they were a meal
I just copped a deagle my sight on yo hero
I'm digging up graves and they calling me zero
I look like a rot boy you act like a beagle
Your life is so fake like you working at regal
Pullin up hit with an uzi knockin em out like I'm selling him roofies
I just got blood on my soobies
Red bottom walking I'm walkin on rubies
She saying use me drape me in Louis I ain't a noobie suckin that dick
Takin a groupie making her boujee, now I got Lucy all on my dick
Turning your ass into ash like a pyro hollowtips fire breathing call em spyro
F*ckin a bitch in the back aye
F*ckin a bitch for the bag aye
Hittin a lick and I'm calling it quits and I'm cutting a brick that I stash in the whip
Indica zip hit me up for the ick and I'm f*ckin yo butch with my dick in her ribs
Poppin out bitch I walk it out while you on your couch
Smoke em out bitch I'm rolling pounds only rolling loud
Bulletproof but they fall in down feed em to the crowd
Hellhounds running through your town no ain't no bodies found
Choppa clean you up like sham-wow
Hellhounds
Hungry pits inside the dog pound
12 rounds
Stand inside the ring get knocked out,
Big mouths
Talkin all that shit you ain't bout
Smokin on that loud it shake the windows call it sonic boom
Open up the pit we get to swingin watch us clear the room
Dr doom blinded from the sunlight walkin out my tomb
F*ck you bitin motha f*ckas leave you sweeped dont need a broom
Lack of oxygen I dont breathe I dont need that
Thinkin that you hard until we pull up change yo mindset
Im steady smokin pounds while you struggle for a dime bag
Hollow point sent through your head for free dont need a price tag
If lifes a game of chance I'll press my luck never gonna fold
Eyes rolled back I saw my rest until the knife cuts through my bone
I'm a soul of Roanoke meet my gaze and turn to stone
Ghost with a cut throat watch the blood run down your walls
No russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump bitch,
All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits,
No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal,
Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible
No russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump bitch,
All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits,
No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal,
Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible
Breaking down some bud bitch we out the mud count it up
Not too many motherf*ckers that I'm down to trust loud as f*ck
When we walk in you can smell us looking flyer than propellers
There ain't shit that you could tell us little bitch
Run it up run it up
Most these rappers dumb as f*ck
Double h m you bitch we bout this shit we steady coming up
What the f*ck what the f*ck
Excellent we nothing but
You gone pass the blunt or what
These Haters we gon f*ck em up hoe
All these motherf*ckers on some weak you shit you got me f*cked up if you think that I ain't peep it how come all the sudden everyone a bunch of leaches ran off with my style I got more you can keep it bitch
You know what the f*ck it is
8 grams in the wood you be smoking on them twigs
Never smoking mid got gelato in the spliff that's your girl tell me why the f*ck she all up on my dick
Fall back
Suck a dick lil pussy boy
You ain't got a .40 takin selfies with a toy hoe
Nerf gun thug bro I destroy his ego I feast on yo kinfolk like they were a meal
I just copped a deagle my sight on yo hero
I'm digging up graves and they calling me zero
I look like a rot boy you act like a beagle
Your life is so fake like you working at regal
Pullin up hit with an uzi knockin em out like I'm selling him roofies
I just got blood on my soobies
Red bottom walking I'm walkin on rubies
She saying use me drape me in Louis I ain't a noobie suckin that dick
Takin a groupie making her boujee, now I got Lucy all on my dick
Turning your ass into ash like a pyro hollowtips fire breathing call em spyro
F*ckin a bitch in the back aye
F*ckin a bitch for the bag aye
Hittin a lick and I'm calling it quits and I'm cutting a brick that I stash in the whip
Indica zip hit me up for the ick and I'm f*ckin yo butch with my dick in her ribs
Poppin out bitch I walk it out while you on your couch
Smoke em out bitch I'm rolling pounds only rolling loud
Bulletproof but they fall in down feed em to the crowd
Hellhounds running through your town no ain't no bodies found
Writer: colby haugen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid