Anti-Traitor (feat. Smugshawty)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Savage Trapstar
Hatred flowing through me feeling like I'm really on some shit
Really feel like dying I'm really on this fuckin cobain shit
2 faced bitch I know you've been scheming this
I've been changing, bitch
You still on the same shit
Still on the same thing
Still on the same bitch
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Fuck cops, body drop
Get a pussy boy popped
Ah shit, been on some
I feel high as shit, yeah
Fuck this, fuck all of this fake friends shit
You just a fuckin drag
Trying to stab me on my back
Yeah, I ain't slack
Hand creepin on the tag
Ion sip no tech
Got a revenge to get back
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Lucifer coming and trying to get soul, voila
I put my 30s and give you some hole, gotcha
Popped a xan and drugs and feel so high
Money on my mind, ice on my hand
Stuck on my mind, yeah
I just wanna kill someone, yeah
I'm gonna pull up on my 30s
And make yourself look dirty
And your face like a shitty
War, terror, fear, death
Famine, hate, sickness, stress
Power, greed, toxic sex
Fire, ashes, nothing left
Savage Trapstar
Hatred flowing through me feeling like I'm really on some shit
Really feel like dying I'm really on this fuckin cobain shit
2 faced bitch I know you've been scheming this
I've been changing, bitch
You still on the same shit
Still on the same thing
Still on the same bitch
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Fuck cops, body drop
Get a pussy boy popped
Ah shit, been on some
I feel high as shit, yeah
Fuck this, fuck all of this fake friends shit
You just a fuckin drag
Trying to stab me on my back
Yeah, I ain't slack
Hand creepin on the tag
Ion sip no tech
Got a revenge to get back
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Lucifer coming and trying to get soul, voila
I put my 30s and give you some hole, gotcha
Popped a xan and drugs and feel so high
Money on my mind, ice on my hand
Stuck on my mind, yeah
I just wanna kill someone, yeah
I'm gonna pull up on my 30s
And make yourself look dirty
And your face like a shitty
War, terror, fear, death
Famine, hate, sickness, stress
Power, greed, toxic sex
Fire, ashes, nothing left
Credits
Writer(s): Slippy Boy, Smugshawty
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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