Lyrics: tokumma deressa
Music: tokumma deressa
YEAH
PUT HIM IN THE DIRT
PUSSY NIGGA ASKING FOR A MOTHER ****ING VERSE
SHOOT HIM WIT A CROSSBOW FROSTBITE CURSE
IF HE KEEP TALKING IMMA PUT HIM IN A HURSE
YEAH
**** FASHION PUNKS
PUSSY NIGGA WANNA RUN UP ON ME
STOP THE TAK SHIT
TELL ME WHAT THE **** YOU REPPIN
PULL UP ON MY BLOCK BITCH
STOP THAT TALK SHIT
AY IM SO ****ING TOXIC
GET IT OUTTA MY HEAAAAAD
THEY SCREAMING OUT I HEAR THE DEAD
I DONT CARE WHAT THE **** YOU SAID
YOU IN THE GROUND YOU LAY TO REST
YUH X5
I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU NIGGAS
YOU ****ING SMALL TO MY FIGURES
I GOT MY FOOT ON THE GASS
AN I GOT THE TRIGGER THE FINGER
YOUR ****ING SOUL WILL NOT PASS
YOULL BE THE GRAVE TO THE DIGGER
AY FRXST COME PUT EM IN THE DIRT