(Blegh)
(Eghh)
(40k)
(Body produced it)
(Ayy, ok, ayy)
(Ayy ayy yuh)
40k, rope on my neck like a gallow
A nephilim, demigod, gold like a pharaoh
Little scarecrow with a heart full of arrows
I'm sipping on souls like I'm sipping on k-roll
Never shoot back at me, catching a casualty
I'm in the Hilton with guns acting naturally
Like '83 where I'm shooting at faculty
Failed all my classes they tried to get back at me ayy
Smoking on blasphemy
Never be rationing
Kickflip that shit
I got the MAC on me
Bullethole cavities packing a pack on me, uh
Lil shawty ass on me I'm gonna smack it
Got 40k baggotts all over my paddock
Witch of the West I'ma hit like a racket
Lil bitch I pull up and I hit you with hatchets
Talk shit, talk shit, talk shit, talk shit
Talk shit, talk shit, talk shit, talk shit
Talk shit, talk shit, talk shit, talk shit
Talk shit, talk shit, talk shit get hit bitch
Chop 'em like bud and leave 'em messy
This pack on my body a witch always ready
Full metal jacket my hoodie be heavy
And Tommy go with me (ayy) I'm calling up -
Knuckle up
Make a function jump
Pull up with a pole at his chin like an uppercut
Next breaking bodies so taking no regrets lately
It's a full moon eat your bitch out for lunch
I'm with the gang and you know that it's us
Blunts in the air, ground is covered with guts
Bullets don't miss when we loading up slugs
And it's Russian roulette when you fucking with us
Little bitch, yuh
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