Filth
I'm loaded up, somebody 'bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fucking with, I'ma act up
Got my Glock tucked, better fucking back up
I'm loaded up, somebody 'bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fucking with, I'ma act up
Got my Glock tucked, better fucking back up
Spitting like a menace too focused lately just stacking bands
Could've copped a Benz, but I'm happy as fuck inside the M
Motherfuckers hating, but they low-key be my biggest fans
Never trusting a pussy bitch, they only wanting to stab your back
Step inside my purgatory, I'll leave you niggas bleeding
If you got a problem, this the fucking killer season
Dropping bodies inside the pit, no apparent reason
I'm making moves and I promise that UAV ain't leaving
Come outside your house and meet my best friend
His name is Glock, and he can't wait to meet your cranium
The shot go pop, your body flipping like gymnasiums
We going crazy money flowing like an ATM
I pull up in the F80 looking like a threat
Talking shit boy, I'll grab you by your fucking neck
Ain't no newbie, I'm a motherfucking vet
Better pay your respects before I lay your ass to rest, boy (yeah)
Too many motherfuckers holding shit, but they never given back
All the shit that I notice, really gotta focus til our vault is stacked
And you know that I know that feeling that your life is just an act
Ain't gonna hide, but I need some meaning, never minded all the facts
Never really gave a fuck
If you fucking with the hounds you better keep it tucked
And I ain't fucking around, you bitches wanna test your luck
You summon up the demon
Don't expect to be the one that keep avoiding all the pain
Don't try to hide things you can't ignore
Never settled for less, it's 'cause I wanted more
Just try to have the will to find the door
That's the struggle of life, and it is full of gore
I try to warn that deep ditches is where we're born
Some say that I'm freezing, but feel I'm kinda warm
And fuck leaving and giving up, that's now the norm
UAV be rising up even in the storm
I'm loaded up, somebody 'bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fucking with, I'ma act up
Got my Glock tucked, better fucking back up
I'm loaded up, somebody 'bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fucking with, I'ma act up
Got my Glock tucked, better fucking back up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fucking with, I'ma act up
Got my Glock tucked, better fucking back up
I'm loaded up, somebody 'bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fucking with, I'ma act up
Got my Glock tucked, better fucking back up
Spitting like a menace too focused lately just stacking bands
Could've copped a Benz, but I'm happy as fuck inside the M
Motherfuckers hating, but they low-key be my biggest fans
Never trusting a pussy bitch, they only wanting to stab your back
Step inside my purgatory, I'll leave you niggas bleeding
If you got a problem, this the fucking killer season
Dropping bodies inside the pit, no apparent reason
I'm making moves and I promise that UAV ain't leaving
Come outside your house and meet my best friend
His name is Glock, and he can't wait to meet your cranium
The shot go pop, your body flipping like gymnasiums
We going crazy money flowing like an ATM
I pull up in the F80 looking like a threat
Talking shit boy, I'll grab you by your fucking neck
Ain't no newbie, I'm a motherfucking vet
Better pay your respects before I lay your ass to rest, boy (yeah)
Too many motherfuckers holding shit, but they never given back
All the shit that I notice, really gotta focus til our vault is stacked
And you know that I know that feeling that your life is just an act
Ain't gonna hide, but I need some meaning, never minded all the facts
Never really gave a fuck
If you fucking with the hounds you better keep it tucked
And I ain't fucking around, you bitches wanna test your luck
You summon up the demon
Don't expect to be the one that keep avoiding all the pain
Don't try to hide things you can't ignore
Never settled for less, it's 'cause I wanted more
Just try to have the will to find the door
That's the struggle of life, and it is full of gore
I try to warn that deep ditches is where we're born
Some say that I'm freezing, but feel I'm kinda warm
And fuck leaving and giving up, that's now the norm
UAV be rising up even in the storm
I'm loaded up, somebody 'bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fucking with, I'ma act up
Got my Glock tucked, better fucking back up
I'm loaded up, somebody 'bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fucking with, I'ma act up
Got my Glock tucked, better fucking back up
Credits
Writer(s): Angel Cabrera, Beau Holland, Ethan Seo
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