Hellevator Music
Yo
Fuck your small talk yo
Mind your neck fucker
Give a fuck bout your life
Fuck off fucker
Just ride to your floor
Nothing more, sucker
Yeah my coat smell loud, I'm the raw puffer
Make you all suffer
You know they say whatever don't kill you
Only gon make you more tougher
Sword tucker, swinger
Ringers on my team, we all brothers
All we did was show up, now your whore love us
All over us, all over us
All we did was show up, now she all over us
Now you jealous, wanna kill her, all over lust
We are the storm, tell me who cold as us?
Gritty city up north
Let Em Sleep deep
Witty, litty on the cloth
Make you sheep weep
Verb keep freaks on the leash for the skeet skeet
Ha, feed dweebs couldn't see me like cheap seats
You like beep beep, stuck in the traffic
My life 3D, fuck it's the acid
I fuck & it's graphic
I bust on her lashes
Eyes on the prize, telling lies to the masses
Truth to the youth but my lines sarcastic
Fuck your small talk yo
Mind your neck fucker
Give a fuck bout your life
Fuck off fucker
Just ride to your floor
Nothing more, sucker
Fuck your small talk yo
Mind your neck fucker
Give a fuck bout your life
Fuck off fucker
Just ride to your floor
Nothing more, sucker
Fuck off
Fuck your small talk yo
Mind your neck fucker
Give a fuck bout your life
Fuck off fucker
Just ride to your floor
Nothing more, sucker
Yeah my coat smell loud, I'm the raw puffer
Make you all suffer
You know they say whatever don't kill you
Only gon make you more tougher
Sword tucker, swinger
Ringers on my team, we all brothers
All we did was show up, now your whore love us
All over us, all over us
All we did was show up, now she all over us
Now you jealous, wanna kill her, all over lust
We are the storm, tell me who cold as us?
Gritty city up north
Let Em Sleep deep
Witty, litty on the cloth
Make you sheep weep
Verb keep freaks on the leash for the skeet skeet
Ha, feed dweebs couldn't see me like cheap seats
You like beep beep, stuck in the traffic
My life 3D, fuck it's the acid
I fuck & it's graphic
I bust on her lashes
Eyes on the prize, telling lies to the masses
Truth to the youth but my lines sarcastic
Fuck your small talk yo
Mind your neck fucker
Give a fuck bout your life
Fuck off fucker
Just ride to your floor
Nothing more, sucker
Fuck your small talk yo
Mind your neck fucker
Give a fuck bout your life
Fuck off fucker
Just ride to your floor
Nothing more, sucker
Fuck off
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Santos
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