Til I Rot
Ride for my squad
Fire shots at your god
Suicide on my mind
Survive at all costs
Live in spite of the odds
For the love of the mosh
Fuck tha opps,
For the gang til I rot
Til i rot
Splashin on you niggas like im oshawott
Run up on the opps
These niggas capping at my trap spot
Bitch what?
Think you gettin bands
You think you get the bag?
Nah hoe you be cappin that aint gucci
They be rags
Brain splat
Haters run up
Hear the IED go bang
Chain swang
When im rolling through
You niggas headbang
Shit fam
I aint bumpin your tunes you know why bitch?
Di$ called
He said its time for yall to die
Tryin to get my mind blown
I'm so, high think I'm in a different Timezone
I float, Pennywise smile so
Everyone dies, when I open my mouth ho
Bounce ho, Underground sounds ho
Three headed hound, hellbound
Tell the townsfolk
Quit all your shit talk
Pick up your pitchforks
This the type of shit that make you wish
That you could crip walk
Kuma like Zuko
I'm like Iro
Pyro duo
Fire like rifle
Burn your bible
Our boi Spyro
Going viral
Gang is next up on arrival
Name your top five, they our rivals
Pull up then we drive slow
Winding down the window
Eyes are on your kinfolk
Finna turn your wifey to a widow
Fire shots at your god
Suicide on my mind
Survive at all costs
Live in spite of the odds
For the love of the mosh
Fuck tha opps,
For the gang til I rot
Til i rot
Splashin on you niggas like im oshawott
Run up on the opps
These niggas capping at my trap spot
Bitch what?
Think you gettin bands
You think you get the bag?
Nah hoe you be cappin that aint gucci
They be rags
Brain splat
Haters run up
Hear the IED go bang
Chain swang
When im rolling through
You niggas headbang
Shit fam
I aint bumpin your tunes you know why bitch?
Di$ called
He said its time for yall to die
Tryin to get my mind blown
I'm so, high think I'm in a different Timezone
I float, Pennywise smile so
Everyone dies, when I open my mouth ho
Bounce ho, Underground sounds ho
Three headed hound, hellbound
Tell the townsfolk
Quit all your shit talk
Pick up your pitchforks
This the type of shit that make you wish
That you could crip walk
Kuma like Zuko
I'm like Iro
Pyro duo
Fire like rifle
Burn your bible
Our boi Spyro
Going viral
Gang is next up on arrival
Name your top five, they our rivals
Pull up then we drive slow
Winding down the window
Eyes are on your kinfolk
Finna turn your wifey to a widow
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Tran
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