Lyrics:
You don't know my fuckin' game
I'm aboutta fuckin' slay
At the moment I'm right by your girl
She rode me all damn day
Mechanical bull
It's just
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
When I die I wanna go to hell
Man I'm a piece of shit ain't hard to tell
Make no fuckin sense of posing with the goodies
Tell grim reaper bring
investing in smack
Now that you think that they're wack hoe
Bitch I already knew all that hoe
Ride that red gator straight out of fuckin hell
12 tribes
ain't fuckin' with 12, cause we ain't goin' to jail I swear to God, we give them hell behind the
Booth and cell
You know we ruthless with this shit, we
brick I can really Fuckin' build a house
That nigga really think he Wonderdog but he mighty mouse
I'm finna be up dog shit by 21 Don't count me out
That
the fuckin' compound
Chop chop, split 'em, laying his fuckin' ass down
Dead opps
Slaughter 'em and paint it red like it's Black Ops
Night vision on my head, I
wide and they're bright and glazed
As the moon turns red through the misty haze
Your face it says it all, I dare you to ask it
We're all going to hell
dogs, damn but I can't fuckin' tame them
Freaky hoe, what? Try to suck my ball but I can't fuckin' blame them
Long live my dog, long live Red he was
about the fuckin' business
Is mindin' your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off
We just yell until we tired, then I break you off
It's
might just send you straight to hell
Straight to hell
Said i might just send you straight to hell
Bitch i got a fuckin glock and it's sitting on a shelf
Tennessee another bugged
Out nigga stunts
Fuckin with me huh? you fuckin
With the wrong one
That fire spit from my K have
Your brains cooked well done
Now
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
have it
Fuckin' with this bad mamma-jam-it
Yeah, I threw this shit in reverse
Grab a nine, by my side
Who ride? Bonnie & Clyde, nigga
Thinking
pop-pop
Leavin' suckers flat back on their ass, G
It's in hells where I'm livin' if you ask me
I give a fuck my nigga about dissin' them
Cause already I'm
to shoot
At midnight the fuckin moons turning blood red and maroon
Shootin up the school like watchu gonna do
The bully on the other end was really fuckin
Looked inside your eyes for your love
But it was gone
Left me by myself in hell
But you blind you ain't know
Yeah... Oh... I let it fuckin die
Played by
lock it down
So when you bitches need me, call
(By your side with my scythe and red wine)
I'll make 'em wish they never lived at all
(I'll fuck 'em
some ugly trees!
There was a werewolf honkin',
'long the side of me!
I'm mean 'n i'm bad, (y'know i ain't no sissy)
Got a big-titty girly by the name
wanna be happy like Forrest before he broke up with Citlali
Ion want no bum by my side, gotta have a couple hobbies
Like that one girl that whip that red
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
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