Sigil of Mammon

Sling big weight, that's workout
All dope no perc out
Guns up bitch, that pole bout
That action, get smoked out
I serve loud that girl scout
Bitch no doubt I serve pounds
Got big racks my bitch count
That four pound take you out
I bank out don't chase clout
Trap shit I been 'bout
Badlands my whereabouts
Bitch talk down get aired out
No playgrounds, don't play around
Don't ask me for handouts
We don't throw no fronts
Get the fuck out my trap house bitch

I ain't ridin' in no ghost but damn I'm super faded
Said I'm gon' make it bitch I sold my fuckin soul to satan
And there ain't no debatin', come get shot up in yo faces
That fuckin' laser in yo face like you was gettin' lasik
You flexin' or a faker?
I'm smokin' flavors, servin' niggas like I fuckin' cater
I'm dressed in black, I'm throwin' bullets I'm a fuckin' raider
I bring the danger, swing the choppa like a fuckin' saber



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Writer(s): William Torres
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