DEATHEATER (feat. Lonah)

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Walk into the club, all these stripper hoes expect some hunnids
I ain't even, come here for the cat
I came here for the stunting
Popping pills, makin raps and plays, I think we might be punking
Every time I walk into the function, they think I'm up to something
I ain't up to shit, I be in the stu just for some money
Niggas posting threats, you think you hard?
Boy, we know you frontin'
Same nigga, when we had some beef
I went and fucked his cousin
Now he asking niggas for a deal, we taxed him and we cutting,
Shoot a nigga with the fire and now he crying
like he touched the stove
I'm not no fucking pirate
But my wrist look like a treasure trove
Why the f*ck you lying for the hoes?
We know you broke as shit
I just dropped your rent on my fit
That shit don't make no sense
You better go repent to the gang, Before this shit get wicked
Niggas tripping, Tricking on bitches, but they motion be missing
No scrimmage, we don't play games
We just some hoe niggas
You penny, nickel, diming while I'm grimy
Making six figures
You in Flint, drinking dirty water
We sipping dirty Faygo
Niggas playing around with toy guns
Boy, put down that Lego
Emo nigga, I'm a death eater
Like my name is Draco
Pimping out a Spanish bad bitch, You gotta pay in pesos
Niggas said he top three in what?
I know it's not rapping
If I see a bad light-skinned bitch, just know I'm not rappin
Niggas trapping, and still broke as shit
You need a new tactic
Told the fiend, if he want it free
He gotta do a backflip
I'm so clean, when I flip this coke
I can do it backwards
I'm a mean nigga, Fucked your bitch
And go and like y'all post after Why the f*ck you lying on the gram?
Put back them borrowed clothes
Money multiplying in my hands you'd think they shadow clones
Niggas steady crying to the hoes, you sound like a bitch
Trying not to take your life, I'd only die if I ain't get rich
Y'all dress like fucking bums, I'd die if I ain't throw fits
Y'all my little bros, that's why we went and signed your big sis
Move, bitch, man, get out my face
Get out my fucking way
I'm the perc to yo 30, 70 till I'm all the way
I count my bands
One by one or tens, this shit will never end
Too slick to be a river, so I turn that hoe into a bin
I don't drink, I sip on grape juice, I got morals, bitch
It's been me and him
I'm the lilo to his fucking stitch, Riding on the broom
Now we in this fucking quidditch bitch
If you duck, you might get snuck, l
Now your green ass is out of luck
Can't trust a soul, I've been on my own
Feds calling, gotta burn the phone
I keep my stick with me
Flying through the streets Expelliarmus, if you want this heat
Big boot baby, I be kicking shit
When I'm on the beat
You know me, nigga

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