Lyrics:
delusional
Niggas crying like two year olds
Bullet holes come through the doors
I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose
Damn, welcome to your funeral
Bitch no I'm not seven (Ay)
I jack off to Rudolph (Ay)
And then I ride Prancer (Psh)
I walk on the strip (Let's Go)
Cause Mrs claus is a dancer
than a band on a bitch, she stick with me
Fucked like seven times this week, by now we fuck on greed
I fuck on you and pass it along, cause now she fuck
pray to me
Doggin' that bitch 'til her face full of Maybelline
In my cup, maybe it's lean, we don't do no green
Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie
Nigga you ain't
Have me laughin' all the way to the bank
L-O-L, A-M-B, O R at the Gini baby
Had the chop the top off that bitch
Just so they can see
Gun big and black like a nigga name Darrius
Cocaine white like a bitch named Marion
Seven six two made that nigga do a aerial
Nigga I'm top slitter I'll
the bitches, bottles for my dawgs
I got coupes in the yard, so I fuck 'em all
I got Bally's on my feet, the money on my mind
All year we run around like it's
the bitches, bottles for my dawgs
I got coupes in the yard, so I fuck 'em all
I got Bally's on my feet, the money on my mind
All year we run around like it's
3 4 0 7 gang got my back
I just caught a case and
This lawyer cost me a 50 racks
I might go back to trap
Bitch I need to make it back
Bitches
Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga
Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages
Yeah this P
To erase this message press seven, to save it press
Ima lay with my pup
I got a gun
I'd tell you to run
I'm not shooting anyone cuz I'm not willing to go to jail for like seven years, that's just so
kikiwaka, no camp
I been wanted this
Since I was seven years old
I feel like lukas no graham
In that fast car yea im swervin (skrrrt)
We got hella bad bitches
3pm, one afternoon, not much witness
Gun down by a bullet, that wasn't
Meant for him, this world is so insane
I have to live my life, everyday looking
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
Demon voice:
(flesh flesh...) {laughs} come on boy with that force you can fake like you
Whores but if you ain't rollin' with the lord (bitch ass
risk
Still making it home
Only exists
When you dead Nd you gone
Popping dese perks
Til the feelin is numb
Life is a bitch
Imma die by the gun
This
Everyday boy I felt that pain
Almost killed myself when I thought I was gay
At 15 cops put guns in my face
At 17 years I almost got raped
Bitch come tell me
Ha, peek-a-boo, bitch
Swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flyer than your best this year
Gorillas in the mist pull back pump they fist
I'm
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
a xan man
Keep the perky's by me, they my up's
When I'm down man
I remember last year shawty had me down bad
A sad man
Ion like yo' tone
Lower it when you
The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatever
Rainin' on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas
My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin'
I got
that bitch that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
While a nigga be puttin on his jimmy
All
the lines
Comes by every forty years or so
Since more than two hundred years ago
They feast upon the sins and fears of men
Promise you just what you want
Ten hoes in the slide, twenty thighs bout to dive in
Fuck the whole vibe, put that pussy on a light switch
Big belly bitch, she committed, finna die
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