Ww3 (feat. Eccentric Ren)
Ah- Ah this gas tickly
Arr i'm the best at this shit, I don't even care
I don't need a deal
Independent, steal
Like Ren said, "man I really, really need a friend"
But it's so hard to make 'em, so on my own i'm staying
I don't got time for faking, your fucking neck, i'm breaking
She said she love me, liar
Inhale the fumes, get higher
My problems, peace, desire
I cut my fucking wire
I'm keeping sight now, no time for breakdowns
I will take the crown, don't run your fucking mouth
Who are you? I don't know, holding 2
Who are you? In my room, ghostly boo
Who am I? Your demise, bring it through
Who am I? Eye for eye, I will get it through
If you fuck with Ren, it's safe to say you're better off dead
If you fuck with me, close your eyes and hope for the best
We unstoppable, ripping off your fucking heads
Demons in my room, fuck 'em all, I'm still the best
Always watching all my moves, shit, who are you?
Jealous bitches hate the moves, bitch give me room
If you kicking whilst i'm down, i'm unleashing hell
Take your head off for your crown, how'd you like me now?
And my niggas toting rounds, you some fucking clowns
Only see me outta town, who gon' love me now?
Gripping the stick in the back of the whip
If you taking me funny, i'm fucking ya bitch
Only got money, i'm breaking a brick
I don't fuck with ya brother, you making me sick and i fuck with a pack
35 in the clip, thinking i'm dumb, bet this rouga don't miss
I don't love her, I really want dome in the crib
Honestly counting my money, i miss
Treat 'em like a renegade
Shots only cops, if she love me not
I might run up on her spot, 30 bands where the ops?
I got her back, made her blow for the bread
Niggas don't love me, they kill me instead
Never breaking no funny, I put 'em to bed
Fixing to book and this money be red
Killing my niggas? You really be dead
See me tomorrow then tell her I said only got time for the bank and the bread
I gotta run when i stop
Niggas don't love me a-lot
I give her bud for the top
Kill em we taking the spot
I gotta run when i stop
Niggas don't love me a-lot
I give her bud for the top
Kill em we taking the spot
I gotta run when i stop
Niggas don't love me a-lot
I give her bud for the top
Kill em we taking the spot
I gotta run when i stop
Niggas don't love me a-lot
I give her bud for the top
Kill em we taking the spot
Arr i'm the best at this shit, I don't even care
I don't need a deal
Independent, steal
Like Ren said, "man I really, really need a friend"
But it's so hard to make 'em, so on my own i'm staying
I don't got time for faking, your fucking neck, i'm breaking
She said she love me, liar
Inhale the fumes, get higher
My problems, peace, desire
I cut my fucking wire
I'm keeping sight now, no time for breakdowns
I will take the crown, don't run your fucking mouth
Who are you? I don't know, holding 2
Who are you? In my room, ghostly boo
Who am I? Your demise, bring it through
Who am I? Eye for eye, I will get it through
If you fuck with Ren, it's safe to say you're better off dead
If you fuck with me, close your eyes and hope for the best
We unstoppable, ripping off your fucking heads
Demons in my room, fuck 'em all, I'm still the best
Always watching all my moves, shit, who are you?
Jealous bitches hate the moves, bitch give me room
If you kicking whilst i'm down, i'm unleashing hell
Take your head off for your crown, how'd you like me now?
And my niggas toting rounds, you some fucking clowns
Only see me outta town, who gon' love me now?
Gripping the stick in the back of the whip
If you taking me funny, i'm fucking ya bitch
Only got money, i'm breaking a brick
I don't fuck with ya brother, you making me sick and i fuck with a pack
35 in the clip, thinking i'm dumb, bet this rouga don't miss
I don't love her, I really want dome in the crib
Honestly counting my money, i miss
Treat 'em like a renegade
Shots only cops, if she love me not
I might run up on her spot, 30 bands where the ops?
I got her back, made her blow for the bread
Niggas don't love me, they kill me instead
Never breaking no funny, I put 'em to bed
Fixing to book and this money be red
Killing my niggas? You really be dead
See me tomorrow then tell her I said only got time for the bank and the bread
I gotta run when i stop
Niggas don't love me a-lot
I give her bud for the top
Kill em we taking the spot
I gotta run when i stop
Niggas don't love me a-lot
I give her bud for the top
Kill em we taking the spot
I gotta run when i stop
Niggas don't love me a-lot
I give her bud for the top
Kill em we taking the spot
I gotta run when i stop
Niggas don't love me a-lot
I give her bud for the top
Kill em we taking the spot
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Writer(s): Elliot Taylor
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