Carnage! (feat. chriscapalot)

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Pull up to the court I don't give testimony
Cant sign with labels that wanna control
Act like my homie but you do not know me
I post out your work with a Glock and a 40
Pull up to yo block I'm starting the carnage
Turn off your music that shit sound like garbage
Gotta stop rapping you sounding retarded
I level up and you get discarded
Hit that boy with the 9 cuz I don't feel like fighting
I Pull up with the ray I hit you with the lighting
You Say you so hard but I see you just typing
Yo Say you the best but I just hear you biting
Call me an opp and pull up with your bros
Get off of twitter and go get some hoes
Tinder bitches be wanting a rose
F*ck all that romance I hit it and go
F*ck all these bitches I just hit the road
F*ck all these bitches I hit it an go
Bandlab Mafia top of the world
Bandlab Mafia pop out at the show
Cop an AP got my new wrist so froze
They hate on screens we don't talk about those
I never fold I stay strong on my toes
I seen that boy and he setting new lows
Speak on my name you know that I'm cloutin
Get your money up your pockets is drowning
Ice on my wrist so you know that I'm drowning
Know I got ties with the mob
Run with the gang we taking yo spot
Mask on my face a'int catching no case
Cops behind me so I did the race
Im smoking gas but I'm giving up lace
Two twin glocks they came with a beam
Sippin on wock but im sippin on lean
Popping a bean I'm getting this money I'm green
I done turned to a fiend
Dripped In designer the latest of fashion
Money coming in so you know I been stacking
Im with the gang we steady be trapping
Im with the gang so you know that we cappin
Two twin glocks yeah never be lackin
Run up on me I steady be laughing
Im with the gang we put in that pain we put in that work
I put you mans on a shirt
I put your mans in the dirt
Speak on my name you finna get hurt
I play with sticks and drums
Empty the clip I'm finna go dumb
I'm feeling dumb when I sip wocky
I say come here and yo bitch come and top me
You fell off man your career looking rocky
I got this ice like I'm playing hockey
No one f*ck with yo shit like you bing
Yo girl want me yeah she want a ring
I shoot for my days ones I shoot for my team
I'm off the addy I'm going extreme
Bullets connecting yeah they make a stream
Your girl so fat that she bursting the seams
I'm doing shit that you see in your dreams
Say that's she's yours but she's eating my genes
She don't want you
She don't want you
Counting money till my fingers is blue
Count up and f*ck hoes yeah thats what I do
You think your up next but that is not true
She don't want you she don't want you
Counting this money my fingers go blue
I'm the the gang I'm with the crew
My choppas they finna go blow like a flute
I told that lil' bitch to hop in the coupe
This niggas is gay like some fruits
Watch where you go
I pop with the gang we shootin yo shows
I put some ice on my wrist it done froze
We taggin yo toe
Shawty a hoe
I'm lettin her go
Ay where I go it's finna snow
Shawty she cannot let go
Oh, oh yeah
Tellin her a no bitch get out my door
When I walk up in the party uh
Get your shorty all up off me
Im a fiend uh Mike and Mary all up on my jeans uh
Find me a opp bullet to his head he bleed uh

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