Lock, Shock, & Barrel
Got a pocket fulla death
Pop that rocket, stop his breath
Walk it how I talk it
Spark it, cock it at your vest
Got bodies, dropping off his coffin
Rob his guap and stomp his neck
You probably saw me slaughter
I be saucin' on you hoes
Watch me slide in with my chopper
I be cocky on the low
If I caught him then he sobbin'
I should carve him to the bone
I should call him origami watch his body as he fold
I could huh
Run up with that fuckin blade
Carve a smile across his face
Try to stop me, shock his brain
I'm walkin' like I'm Frankenstein
I've come to fuck the game up
Nice with the mic, and my flow so cold
I could dice with the knife, leakin' rojo gold
She get piped in the night
Grip her throat, don't choke
Hit the lights, think I'm high
But I'm so composed, and it go
Got a pocket fulla death
Pop that rocket, stop his breath
Walk it how I talk it
Spark it, cock it at your vest
Got bodies, dropping off his coffin
Rob his guap and stomp his neck
You probably saw me slaughter
I be saucin' on you hoes
Watch me slide in with my chopper
I be cocky on the low
If I caught him then he sobbin'
I should carve him to the bone
I should call him origami watch his body as he fold
I could huh
Run up with that fuckin blade
Carve a smile across his face
Try to stop me, shock his brain
I'm walkin' like I'm Frankenstein
I've come to fuck the game up
Got a pocket fulla death
Pop that rocket, stop his breath
Walk it how I talk it
Spark it, cock it at your vest
Got bodies, dropping off his coffin
Rob his guap and stomp his neck
Pop that rocket, stop his breath
Walk it how I talk it
Spark it, cock it at your vest
Got bodies, dropping off his coffin
Rob his guap and stomp his neck
You probably saw me slaughter
I be saucin' on you hoes
Watch me slide in with my chopper
I be cocky on the low
If I caught him then he sobbin'
I should carve him to the bone
I should call him origami watch his body as he fold
I could huh
Run up with that fuckin blade
Carve a smile across his face
Try to stop me, shock his brain
I'm walkin' like I'm Frankenstein
I've come to fuck the game up
Nice with the mic, and my flow so cold
I could dice with the knife, leakin' rojo gold
She get piped in the night
Grip her throat, don't choke
Hit the lights, think I'm high
But I'm so composed, and it go
Got a pocket fulla death
Pop that rocket, stop his breath
Walk it how I talk it
Spark it, cock it at your vest
Got bodies, dropping off his coffin
Rob his guap and stomp his neck
You probably saw me slaughter
I be saucin' on you hoes
Watch me slide in with my chopper
I be cocky on the low
If I caught him then he sobbin'
I should carve him to the bone
I should call him origami watch his body as he fold
I could huh
Run up with that fuckin blade
Carve a smile across his face
Try to stop me, shock his brain
I'm walkin' like I'm Frankenstein
I've come to fuck the game up
Got a pocket fulla death
Pop that rocket, stop his breath
Walk it how I talk it
Spark it, cock it at your vest
Got bodies, dropping off his coffin
Rob his guap and stomp his neck
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Writer(s): Noah Obasi
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