Wolves

Moons out
So the wolves out
So you better get outta my way
I got an appetite for you lil niggas
I'm thinkin' I might just
Go get me a taste
Thinkin' the blood ain't
Gone taste good enough when you calm
So I'm raisin' the stakes
You ain't runnin' yet
You done made a mistake
Imma see how you
Hide the terror on yo face
I ain't feasted in a minute, I'm thinning
I'm bout to give in to my hunger
I'm bout to come down with the thunder
30 Niggas can't kill me I'm lungin'
I'm finna feast on 'em like a luncheon
I'm bout to snap on 'em like a gauntlet
You picked the wrong night for a run, man
You shoulda never let me out my dungeon
One, two, what we finna do with you
I think imma skin you head to toe and
Use your scalp to make some shoes
Imma take the whip that
Daddy used on mommy
Tie it to a noose
See it's the least that you can do
With everything ya boy been through
You ain't been through it
You shoulda knew
That one of these days
JT would lose it
These niggas still
Be callin' me stupid
I'm bout to show you niggas
What to do with me
Sharkboy in a fishbowl
Dream dream dream not lucid
Still got the Juice but nigga ain't 2Pac
Yes I'm a killer and I'm finna prove it

Said they'd kill me, wish they'd try
Talk all day but cowards at night
When the wolves come for blood
Better not act shy
Gamble with your life
Gamble with your life

Move back
Cuz I'm finna smoke you a new pack
Bout to run through you like a fullback
You better off dead Johnny Cusack
Yous a lame nigga thought you that
I'm insane nigga, imma prove that
All the pain you about to feel
Gonna make you beg me
To kill you faster
I'm the same nigga from Jersey out'chea
Rockin with the kid and play cut
I ain't change nun
But you played wimme
So I'm out for blood, finna drain ya
Take ya vocal cords
Wrap 'em round ya neck
Hang you from a tree
That's magic
Matter fact imma take ya big head
Have it bashed like crab legs
Said they'd kill me
I don't think they feel me
I been tryna die for a minute
But I'm still me
Now I'm gettin' filthy
Now it's gettin' real
See the murder in my eyes
It's in my mind, I need a meal, G
Said they'd kill me
I don't think they feel me
I been tryna die for a minute
But I'm still me
Now I'm gettin' filthy
Now it's gettin' real
See the murder in my eyes
It's in my mind, I need a meal, G

Said they'd kill me, wish they'd try
Talk all day but cowards at night
When the wolves come for blood
Better not act shy
Gamble with your life
Gamble with your life
Said they'd kill me, wish they'd try
Talk all day but cowards at night
When the wolves come for blood
Better not act shy
Gamble with your life
Gamble with your life



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Writer(s): Jermaine Bethea
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