Drop Dead Pig
Yeah
We got Rosez on the beat homie
What's happening
I envision murder every time I leave the crib
All of y'all are petty and you don't deserve to live
Imma cut your heart out I got blood all on my lip
You can call the police cuz I couldn't give a shit
Drop dead pig
Kill em all bitch
Foe 5 clip
I might cock it back and spit
Drop dead pig
Imma split his wig
Suck my dick
Why you Talkin like a bitch
I don't fuck with yall
I ain't never did
I don't want no clout
I wanna get rich
Pop open my trunk imma show you what it is
I don't really give a fuck go ahead and call the pigs
Everybody screaming fuck 12 (fuck 12)
Every one of y'all need to die and go to hell
I hope y'all get shot up by the fuckin cartel
I can't even feel no sympathy you signed up for this L
Cover my body in blood (yeah)
Pour it all into my cup (hmmm)
Dagger I don't need a gun (aye)
Mutilate bodies it's fun (hahhh)
I like to kill slower like I got a damn vendetta
Choppin up these bodies only thing on my agenda
Shorty call me crazy looked at me and said she love me
She like to be choked bout every time she yellin fuck me
Hickeys on her titties and them bite marks lookin lovely
Last night she cut me I put a demon in her tummy
I summon Amaimon
I'm droppin these fire bombs
You better not lie upon
Me i will kill all of y'all
You can call me dark sage
I ain't bout to parlay
Swangin in the far lane
I be leanin hard mane
Boy you too pussy don't talk shit
See it by how you be walkin
He wanted smoke and I offed him
Throw his ass in a closed coffin
I been on that fuck shit
You can try your luck bitch
your life don't mean nothin
So I'll kill you like fuck it
I envision murder every time I leave the crib
All of y'all are petty and you don't deserve to live
Imma cut your heart out I got blood all on my lip
You can call the police cuz I couldn't give a shit
Drop dead pig
Kill em all bitch
Foe 5 clip
I might cock it back and spit
Drop dead pig
Imma split his wig
Suck my dick
Why you Talkin like a bitch
We got Rosez on the beat muhfucka
Shouts out sold souls mane
We got Rosez on the beat homie
What's happening
I envision murder every time I leave the crib
All of y'all are petty and you don't deserve to live
Imma cut your heart out I got blood all on my lip
You can call the police cuz I couldn't give a shit
Drop dead pig
Kill em all bitch
Foe 5 clip
I might cock it back and spit
Drop dead pig
Imma split his wig
Suck my dick
Why you Talkin like a bitch
I don't fuck with yall
I ain't never did
I don't want no clout
I wanna get rich
Pop open my trunk imma show you what it is
I don't really give a fuck go ahead and call the pigs
Everybody screaming fuck 12 (fuck 12)
Every one of y'all need to die and go to hell
I hope y'all get shot up by the fuckin cartel
I can't even feel no sympathy you signed up for this L
Cover my body in blood (yeah)
Pour it all into my cup (hmmm)
Dagger I don't need a gun (aye)
Mutilate bodies it's fun (hahhh)
I like to kill slower like I got a damn vendetta
Choppin up these bodies only thing on my agenda
Shorty call me crazy looked at me and said she love me
She like to be choked bout every time she yellin fuck me
Hickeys on her titties and them bite marks lookin lovely
Last night she cut me I put a demon in her tummy
I summon Amaimon
I'm droppin these fire bombs
You better not lie upon
Me i will kill all of y'all
You can call me dark sage
I ain't bout to parlay
Swangin in the far lane
I be leanin hard mane
Boy you too pussy don't talk shit
See it by how you be walkin
He wanted smoke and I offed him
Throw his ass in a closed coffin
I been on that fuck shit
You can try your luck bitch
your life don't mean nothin
So I'll kill you like fuck it
I envision murder every time I leave the crib
All of y'all are petty and you don't deserve to live
Imma cut your heart out I got blood all on my lip
You can call the police cuz I couldn't give a shit
Drop dead pig
Kill em all bitch
Foe 5 clip
I might cock it back and spit
Drop dead pig
Imma split his wig
Suck my dick
Why you Talkin like a bitch
We got Rosez on the beat muhfucka
Shouts out sold souls mane
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Writer(s): Clayton Daigle
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