Slaughter House
Snakes in the grass, and they in your room
You let em in, this one's on you
I could give a fuck, I could give a shit
Ima pull up on you with the blick
Bang, better duck your head
We making sure, everyone's dead
Issa slaughter house, you better move
I could get you killed, don't get confused
On who am I am, or who I was
I'm only living for the buzz
Ima watch you bleed, Ima watch you die
I'll have him shoot you in the eye
I'm real dangerous, I got the spies
I got blackmail on every guy
Don't talk like that, you watch your mouth
Cause I got hittas from down south
So, put a rack on your head, they put you to sleep
I don't know many that's fucking with me
Nowadays, don't fuck with you honestly
Hoes got me stumped, I feel like a tree
Cause all of you fake, what is a fraud
My name is Philly and I'm a rap God
Don't take the bait, I'll send Mourad
Making a milly and this is beyond
Anything you and yours could comprehend
I got a few hittas that I could send
I'll never fold and I'll never bend
Fucking with me, I would not recommend
Pull up to your house, pull up on your street
I told you, you poser, stop fucking with me
You don't want smoke, you don't want beef
You the type, that for a feature, ride meat
You let em in, this one's on you
I could give a fuck, I could give a shit
Ima pull up on you with the blick
Bang, better duck your head
We making sure, everyone's dead
Issa slaughter house, you better move
I could get you killed, don't get confused
On who am I am, or who I was
I'm only living for the buzz
Ima watch you bleed, Ima watch you die
I'll have him shoot you in the eye
I'm real dangerous, I got the spies
I got blackmail on every guy
Don't talk like that, you watch your mouth
Cause I got hittas from down south
So, put a rack on your head, they put you to sleep
I don't know many that's fucking with me
Nowadays, don't fuck with you honestly
Hoes got me stumped, I feel like a tree
Cause all of you fake, what is a fraud
My name is Philly and I'm a rap God
Don't take the bait, I'll send Mourad
Making a milly and this is beyond
Anything you and yours could comprehend
I got a few hittas that I could send
I'll never fold and I'll never bend
Fucking with me, I would not recommend
Pull up to your house, pull up on your street
I told you, you poser, stop fucking with me
You don't want smoke, you don't want beef
You the type, that for a feature, ride meat
Credits
Writer(s): Ywb Philly
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