Triple6ixxx

Squeeze the fucking pistol grip
I'll never slip
Keep you level, with the fifty devils
On my bezel
Keep that 44
I'll always be your number 66-6
In your dreams with the devils plans
I don't flex no bands
My Reality checked, says that I've been living level 5
In the devils eyes
I'm the plan that she's been wishing for
Keep your digits stable, or I'll flip the fucking table
Ain't no deal if you still own a soul, hoe

(Keep your digits stable, or I'll flip the
Fucking table)

Check the fucking label
Never able, never say die
Whatcha talking for, looking like you wanna fucking die
Stare into my eyes I provide mental Suicide
(Uh, mental fucking suicide)
All these Bitches go through phases
All your Lables go outdated

Flip the switch I fucking break it, in the night
Satans eyes, hidden behind a finer line

If you're hoping for a regicide
I suggest a modern fucking genocide
Aye, uh Stare into my eyes, I provide instant fucking $uicide
Uh
If you're hoping for a regicide, I suggest a modern genocide
Satans eyes, hidden behind a finer
Ugh
If you're hoping for a fucking regicide
Kick your door
(Aye, I suggest a modern genocide, uh)
Kick your door
Pistol Grip
Watch it Rip, bitch



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Writer(s): Alex C
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