SWAY
It's like I'm dancing with death
Light it up burn it down
That's some cancerous breathe
(Ugh)
Psychopathic my best
Load it up dump it out
Hope they land in yo chest
Try to avoid it
But your chances is less
I'm fucking manic
Ain't no average head
And fuck a gun bitch
You bet you getting
Stabbed till you dead
I walk around like I'm the shit
Try to tell me instead
Won't end well
Quiet with that intel
Breaking into windows
Watch em nearly piss they self
Going through your shelves
Fucking hiding like the christmas elf
Going straight to hell oh well
Think I slipped and fell
Hit my head missed the bell
Teachers said I'm stupid too
Never gave a fuck about my talent
Get a coupe they do
Spitting raw chilling with my dawg
Fucking scooby doo
Piss me off why these bitches talk
Bro like who are you
Who
That's that shit I can't stand still
Load it up dump it out
Get him inna stand still
Imma shoot till I see blood
If he don't his man's will
Plenty bodies
Plenty pipes
All you pussies ran still
Bitch you bet I carry weight
Heavy like a anvil
I'm the champ bitch heavy weight After pop a fat pill
Deal with pain I feel the same
Ain't nothing ever changed
I get high as fuck and fade away
Keep fucking up the game
Bitch
Light it up burn it down
That's some cancerous breathe
(Ugh)
Psychopathic my best
Load it up dump it out
Hope they land in yo chest
Try to avoid it
But your chances is less
I'm fucking manic
Ain't no average head
And fuck a gun bitch
You bet you getting
Stabbed till you dead
I walk around like I'm the shit
Try to tell me instead
Won't end well
Quiet with that intel
Breaking into windows
Watch em nearly piss they self
Going through your shelves
Fucking hiding like the christmas elf
Going straight to hell oh well
Think I slipped and fell
Hit my head missed the bell
Teachers said I'm stupid too
Never gave a fuck about my talent
Get a coupe they do
Spitting raw chilling with my dawg
Fucking scooby doo
Piss me off why these bitches talk
Bro like who are you
Who
That's that shit I can't stand still
Load it up dump it out
Get him inna stand still
Imma shoot till I see blood
If he don't his man's will
Plenty bodies
Plenty pipes
All you pussies ran still
Bitch you bet I carry weight
Heavy like a anvil
I'm the champ bitch heavy weight After pop a fat pill
Deal with pain I feel the same
Ain't nothing ever changed
I get high as fuck and fade away
Keep fucking up the game
Bitch
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Writer(s): Noaah Holdener
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