Yeet (Edit)

I beat my meat and hit the yeet i run around the house and skeet
I need some beef you mention me Im on a 12 man shooting spree
I'm bouta give all these motherlovers concussions
Have his whole house looking like it's "No Russian"

I kill these niggas saw these niggas call it auto body
Never will I be locked up and murder will not stop me
In the trap house we the villains we roll up like salami
Run a fade in any way and I put that on my Mommy
I'm a kamikaze cuz I prolly fucking body any nigga in this hobby
Nigga I murder any trap beat
Do this while relaxing
I lost my train of thought so fucking stop me where the tracks meet
Get it?
Nah I don't understand my fucking metaphors sometimes
Word to all the GOATS we be the wolves in the night

Kill off all these niggas with a high precision pistol
Nigga yo life is really simple bouta pop em like a pimple
And I'm living how I'm living while my friend is in a prison
With a vision on decisions he should have just been Infringing Counting digits
Waiting for the final day Up inside
Spent his birthday In jail
I'm missing his vibe
Fuck you think you is? I come inside your house and kill your fucking kids
I spill the blood all over me I do not care I get this rosary
Put it to my head I know you motherfuckers notice me
I am El ghost in the nighttime I just look around
And see the peter piper pick a couple pickers and I shoot these fucking niggas
I don't even care about different things inside my mind
I Shoot these niggas till they fucking die
Looking in my mind, cannot Stan me meanwhile I Freestyle on every beat
Uh understand my niggas when I kill them and I skeet
Yeet Yeet

Where's the destination?
Call it corruptation
Just be fucking patient
We're just tryna get Faded

Kiid Perky



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