Ill Intentions

Better be slowing your Fuckin role up real quick
I got no hesitation breaking a bitch off in an instant
Murder weapon close, incase these hoes wanna test
Ain't nobody giving a fuck about a bullet proof vest

I'm possessed from The West with this stress up on my chest
Ready to bust you in your shit
Lay your ass down to rest
These intentions in my mind always ill, never less
Taking a couple slugs to your gut to digest
Nevertheless
Ya'll stay talking all that shit
We guerillas in this warfare holding banana clips
Stepping up in the zone with the tone to collect my Fuckin throne
Underground til I'm in my grave
Ya'll don't want no Fuckin smoke
Pity to give to none once the takeover begun
The realest take over the world and these lames we always shun
Better get down on your knees open your mouth insert my Fuckin 9
Cleanse the world, burning the earth erase your Fuckin kind



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Molinari, Yung Dmize
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