Hallows
All these voices in my fucking head, fuck
God damnit
Fuck
What the fuck
Get the fuck out of my face
Shit
What the fuck, fuck you
You think you can fuck with me
You motherfucker
Fuck you
Sick of talkin', lets get to that shit
Let's get to that fuckin' shit
Yeah
If you really want that smoke than pull up to the fuckin' crib
Bitch
I be way to fuckin' with it
Where the fuck you live
Aye, aye
Air you out in front yo' daughter, bitch I'm fucking lit
Run it back
Aye
Skitzophrenic, out my mental, hard to swallow
Eat that shit bitch
You be dumb mad, cause I'm real and you can't follow
You be hella mad
I'm unrealistic, how'd I do this, hell if I know
Give a fuck
Glock twenty two, I keep the drum mag filled with Hallows
Give a fuck bitch
Fuck, son of a bitch, god damnit
What the fuck are we gonna do
I told that mother fucker I would fucking trip
Fuck, god damnit
Damnit, fuck
Here the fuck we go again
Shit
Fuck
Now I ain't fuckin' with this shit
It's over bitch
You fuck with me, and I ain't fuckin' with no penman ship
Fuck, nope
I pull up blastin', I hate you and your whole family bitch
I fuckin' hate em'
You wanna talk, fuck, here's a mop, I get to cleanin' shit
I get to cleaning shit
I cut em off, you all are false, I'm really makin moves
I'm really makin moves
I carry bricks, like totin' sticks, ya'll are some fuckin' goofs,
Ya'll are some fuckin' goofs
I'm on the news, Im international, I fuckin rule
I make one call, your dead and gone, got better shit to do
Got better shit to do
Sick of talkin', lets get to that shit
Let's get to that fuckin' shit
Yeah
If you really want that smoke than pull up to the fuckin' crib
Bitch
I be way to fuckin' with it
Where the fuck you live
Aye, aye
Air you out in front yo' daughter, bitch I'm fucking lit
Run it back
Aye
Skitzophrenic, out my mental, hard to swallow
Eat that shit bitch
You be dumb mad, cause I'm real and you can't follow
You be hella mad
I'm unrealistic, how'd I do this, hell if I know
Give a fuck
Glock twenty two, I keep the drum mag filled with Hallows
Full with hallows
I'm unrealistic, how'd I do this, hell if I know
Hell if I know
Glock twenty two, I keep the drum mag filled with Hallows
I'm unrealistic, how'd I do this, hell if I know
Glock 22, I keep the drum mag filled with hallows
Give a fuck
God damnit
Fuck
What the fuck
Get the fuck out of my face
Shit
What the fuck, fuck you
You think you can fuck with me
You motherfucker
Fuck you
Sick of talkin', lets get to that shit
Let's get to that fuckin' shit
Yeah
If you really want that smoke than pull up to the fuckin' crib
Bitch
I be way to fuckin' with it
Where the fuck you live
Aye, aye
Air you out in front yo' daughter, bitch I'm fucking lit
Run it back
Aye
Skitzophrenic, out my mental, hard to swallow
Eat that shit bitch
You be dumb mad, cause I'm real and you can't follow
You be hella mad
I'm unrealistic, how'd I do this, hell if I know
Give a fuck
Glock twenty two, I keep the drum mag filled with Hallows
Give a fuck bitch
Fuck, son of a bitch, god damnit
What the fuck are we gonna do
I told that mother fucker I would fucking trip
Fuck, god damnit
Damnit, fuck
Here the fuck we go again
Shit
Fuck
Now I ain't fuckin' with this shit
It's over bitch
You fuck with me, and I ain't fuckin' with no penman ship
Fuck, nope
I pull up blastin', I hate you and your whole family bitch
I fuckin' hate em'
You wanna talk, fuck, here's a mop, I get to cleanin' shit
I get to cleaning shit
I cut em off, you all are false, I'm really makin moves
I'm really makin moves
I carry bricks, like totin' sticks, ya'll are some fuckin' goofs,
Ya'll are some fuckin' goofs
I'm on the news, Im international, I fuckin rule
I make one call, your dead and gone, got better shit to do
Got better shit to do
Sick of talkin', lets get to that shit
Let's get to that fuckin' shit
Yeah
If you really want that smoke than pull up to the fuckin' crib
Bitch
I be way to fuckin' with it
Where the fuck you live
Aye, aye
Air you out in front yo' daughter, bitch I'm fucking lit
Run it back
Aye
Skitzophrenic, out my mental, hard to swallow
Eat that shit bitch
You be dumb mad, cause I'm real and you can't follow
You be hella mad
I'm unrealistic, how'd I do this, hell if I know
Give a fuck
Glock twenty two, I keep the drum mag filled with Hallows
Full with hallows
I'm unrealistic, how'd I do this, hell if I know
Hell if I know
Glock twenty two, I keep the drum mag filled with Hallows
I'm unrealistic, how'd I do this, hell if I know
Glock 22, I keep the drum mag filled with hallows
Give a fuck
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