Lyrics: Farid Fadhlurrazzaaq/RAJA MUDDIN/Lenno Albion
Music: Farid Fadhlurrazzaaq
(Yo BK gon' drop that dope shit man)
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It's an oath to the death, better hold you grave
Sdby gonna reach the ****in' seventh layer of this hell
I keep the toolie' and my sickle
I'm so sick of mutha****as tryna' tell me what to do
I'm gonna show you how it do
Ghost from south, nine, 911, 5'9
Subtraction got me fine now
My b*****s they the fine dime
And my dawg Strip He snatching on your soul
You my toy b***h, you my doll
Hear me steppin' into void, can't hear my voice
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(Wait what?)
Passin' all this content
Yes I'm out (out!)
**** off **** you 'cause still scrollin'
Yes I'm out (**** off!)
Hear me! (what?)
Grab that cig, sippin' it (what?)
Lean on it go pour that shit! (go, go!)
Let these mother****ers suckin' it (suck, suck)
Let these ****boys jealousy
All these mothe****in tint
Black on black yes grey on it
Spray red on neck just let 'em bleed
She ask me shake, I'm killin' it
Wait!
Red on White I sippin' ah
Death Depts always lurkin' ah
You hope me to die sooner
But you said you missed me hoe?
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Just sneaking in your hoe then I get some spicy hole
Put the slice of those nice gore but I don't really need it though
You got problem with that bro? I ain't see that your my bro
Goddamn mono you're fomo so get your ass out my floor
Hear me sec (aye)
What you think? not even blink
You are fake (aye)
Pack your thing, better not calling
'Cause you look sad (aye)
Don't give a shit, I'm about to spit
This shit is bad (aye)
Leave your crib so heres the tip (sshhh)