Vacate

Blood sucker
I'm a piece of shit
Up under cover
Oh brother Forrest Blvck
Just caught himself another
Base head
But love the silence when I put them under
When I walk inside the room
I make make them all shudder

Fake
Wait
If you don't like this shit
You better vacate
Brodie's neck is spinning
Like a Bey-blade
Yellow tape around his house
A cold case
That's a cold case

So what
I'm human waste
We are not the same
Pack a blade
So paranoid
I'm not the one to blame

Wanna pull up
That's your own fate
Blood on my docs
From homies face
I don't need help
Just need to get paid
I send him to his grave

Lost noise pulling up
Like we some shadow clones
All black behind the tint
And send our battle drones

Y'all are really dumb as fuck
A bunch of cattle
Peeling off I go 180
On a saddle

Fake
Wait
If you don't like this shit
You better vacate
Brodie's neck is spinning
Like a Bey-blade
Yellow tape around his house
A cold case
That's a cold case



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Writer(s): Tre Holley
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