Lyrics: Linderius Johnson
Music: Linderius Johnson
创作者：Linderius Joshson
Aye put the fake before the real, I swear that sh*t there throw me off
Out of town with all these b*ches they keep tryna blow me off
The same n***** shake your hand be
the one that knock you off
I was just tryna wipe your nose, now all my cars and clothes bought I made out the trenches hell nawl i'm still in it
Screaming f*ck the pigs, why the police had to kill vincent
I'm going fast as hell, somebody calm me down (shootout make my pistol go both ways you can't run me down)
Yall some instagram cappin f*ckboys
I might get up in my mood and get to slappin f*ckboys
I been riding in the wraith, with my feet kicked up
They'll never find a trace, just know he got hit up
Yeah f*ckboy, what you on n****
This the wicked west you better stay up in vour zone n****
Is you with me? Id get you clipped don't go against me
N***** be dissin on god but lon never listen
This ain't what you want on god you gotta shoot me
Little b*tch this a hellcat your mans in a hoppty
Yell broke boy, I make your baby mamma eat it she my throat toy
All these n***** actin like a demon I don't know boy
That sh*t lame, hit your main hoe from the back I bet that b*tch came
Made them fully come out that splat and gabe him shit stains, I dont no nothing about that boy I know his b*tch name
Yeah, n**** f*ck you and your f*cken dad, heard he down the road taking d*ck up his f*cken a**
G*y b*tch, imma spray shit, yeah i'm on my K for K shit Get your face split
I ain't gonna lie vall n***** switchin sides on the wrong one
Water on my neck they got me flooded like a baby pond
Shootout at the store I might just bust you with my lady gun
Percy after percy got me feelin like an alien
Geeked up, I told luh Nae to hold her wrist up, can't f*ck with us
You better have a fully auto stick, talk bout bustin us
Yeah switch this, if you text my ho* again you gonna get your b*tch hit
Please get up off my d**k, yeah i'm getting super rich
All you n***** aggy me, yall just like some f*cken ticks
Why everyone mad at me? I ain't never had shit
N***** ready to give their mans up just for a bad b***h
Aye put the fake before the real, I swear that sh*t there throw me off
Out of town with all these b*tches they keep tryna blow me off
The same n***** shake your hand be the one that knock you off
I was just tryna wipe your nose, now all my cars and clothes bought I made out the trenches hell nawli'm still in it
Screaming f*ck the pigs, why the police had to kill vincent
I'm going fast as hell, somebody calm me down (shootout make my pistol go both ways you can't run me down)