33rd Blakk Glass

Yeah
Godzilla with the microwave, causing heatwaves
Ziggler with the suplex slam, make the ground shake
Y'all do too much, feeling pain, you move too much
Proceed like sorry, not sorry

Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war till you get it called off
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war till you get it called off

Look I'm like Bob the Builder bitch, with the big tool
30 hanging out, like niggas used to skip school
R.I.P. Woozy, I'm the nigga you can live through
Yeah, big blood, with his motherfucking wrist blue

Shell popping through the mouth, he can send the bricks too
Got an addy for the touchdown, when I get through
Pussy boy, kill that noise
All that bull, get who?
Listen you a bitch, little nigga, I'm a pit bull
Drop a location, pull up on him, check his temperature
'Cause when we bump heads, make sure you got that energy
I'ma leave the punks dead, pouring out the Hennessy
Niggas in the trunk dead, niggas can't remember me

Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war till you get it called off
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war till you get it called off

And fade away
Into the rain
Don't entertain
What they cannot relate

Little black mask, addicted to selling dime sacks
Pedal down fast, I'm speeding, can't take my time back
If you ride with 'em, then go ahead and die with 'em
You was happy 'til you against me
Came to the conclusion that you hiding from shit
Because ya' mans mysteriously be dying and shit
And that revenge, y'all niggas ain't never take none
Dead friends, that's why I never make none

Godzilla with the microwave, causing heatwaves
Ziggler with the suplex slam, make the ground shake
Y'all do too much, feeling pain, you move too much
Proceed like sorry, not sorry

Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war till you get it called off
Chop 'em down wardog, let 'em all off
All out war till you get it called off



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Writer(s): Benedict Ihesiaba
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