GAZA

Another fucking day
It's Mobby season bitch!
Everyday the same
Filthy Cult
Fuck twelve
I body what I touch!
And fuck you too

Pull up with the gang and we leaving him slaughtered
I don't want your pleas ion fuck with your offers
Sloth got the wine that he stole from your casa, on god I'm on the one gonna blow like I'm Gaza
Smoking and drinking don't fuck with you cretins
If you got a problem you cry to your god
I need him gone like that boy is some clearance
You say you gonna kill me so why ain't I gone?

Stomp on his face and I bury him
Mobbs, Sloth, and Baby we look the minutemen
Shining so bright bitch I'm radiant
Don't care for the dissing on god I'm not listening
You said u gonna pull up I'm sitting here
That boy didn't show up I guess that fear got to him
Bitch you a bitch be obedient
He think we don't know that he side with the opposite

I don't know stop bitch I only know go
Driving my auto right into your zone
I put a tracker inside of your phone so you internet talking but I'm at your home
Bottle of henny a bottle of gin
Skirt off in the whip with the black window tint
I got some enemies I got some friends some that gonna love me and some that pretend

I'm Afraid!
Don't be afraid
No
Be afraid, be very afraid

Desolation is key
My hip two guns no safe on me
Got to roll my weed in a fronto leaf
Drift off Zen mode like a bonsai tree
Black screen the static front face with god
Flesh bone and all gone rip it off
Ray gun with a pack a punch
I might blast em' up you gone know the Mobb
We gonna kill them all
Pockets too fat all I'm hearing Ka Ching
I think that I'm writing a death note
The darkest of winter and hell of a spring
Too busy I'm grinding to flex though
Full siege all rise when I close my eyes
Every night I sleep is a night I die
In a hellcat bitch I command my shit
Living way too fast all the time gone by
I'm dead

(Sloth are you okay?)

I body what I touch
Count on me to fuck it up

Boy we ain't the same
We in different lanes
While you smoking Kush
I was riding trains
I was dead broke off the percs hoe
Robbin joints picking locks yo
This is real shit I ain't cap bitch
I'm the $LOTHBOI and I crossed toys

I done it all been through the fuck shit
Ran from the cops to the functions
I seen people die with my own fucking eyes
Fuck I made through all this dysfunction
The bunk shit
Took my brothers live
You a pussy gripping on a forty-five
I be forty deep so I'm swinging wide
I might beat you down till you fucking cry

Leaning over I'm so fucking high
Climbing roofs and I'm afraid of heights
Riding trains that's the thrill in life
Doing stupid shit till the day I die
Yuh
Give me a reason
Bitch I riding with demons
Holding em' back till these chains fucking snap
Then I body your shit like I bodied this track
Facts
Bitch I be packing my bags
Flying to cities just cuz of my raps
Working so hard I ain't sleeping again
I create till I die bitch I want this my end