IMP IN DISGUISE - REVAMPED EDITION
I'm turnt, finna kill theses niggas
His brain's gonna fly like a pigeon
Copper bullet to his chest and his face
Run him down, finna catch this case
No prints, no face, no case, uh huh
Talking shit, finna put him in his place
Like a dirby in moshpit, mobs gonna mop this nigga with a cactus
Fuck around and you gon get bop next
Lil' bitch can't fuck with me
His blood's gonna spray like a paint
Gonna die by the hands of death
His neck gonna slit with a blade
Lil' bitch can't fuck with me
His blood's gonna spray like a paint
Gonna die by the hands of death
His neck gonna slit with a blade
Yeah, yeah, run up and you gonna get shot
Fuck boy, run up and you gonna get shot
Yo, I got a Glock in my hand, made him fly, Peter Pan
Yeah, run up and you gonna get shot
All my niggas are psychopaths
And we laughin' when killin' it
See your soul, I'm stealin' it
Look at my wrist, I'm cuttin' it
I bring the fire, I'm spittin' it, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you dumb niggas like to talk, yeah
Got a bullet with your name, yeah
Got 'em rifles for ya
Move like a wolf in the war, yeah
You dumb niggas are dead, yeah
Lil' bitch can't fuck with me
His blood's gonna spray like a paint
Gonna die by the hands of death
His neck gonna slit with a blade
Lil' bitch can't fuck with me
His blood's gonna spray like a paint
Gonna die by the hands of death
His neck gonna slit with a blade
His brain's gonna fly like a pigeon
Copper bullet to his chest and his face
Run him down, finna catch this case
No prints, no face, no case, uh huh
Talking shit, finna put him in his place
Like a dirby in moshpit, mobs gonna mop this nigga with a cactus
Fuck around and you gon get bop next
Lil' bitch can't fuck with me
His blood's gonna spray like a paint
Gonna die by the hands of death
His neck gonna slit with a blade
Lil' bitch can't fuck with me
His blood's gonna spray like a paint
Gonna die by the hands of death
His neck gonna slit with a blade
Yeah, yeah, run up and you gonna get shot
Fuck boy, run up and you gonna get shot
Yo, I got a Glock in my hand, made him fly, Peter Pan
Yeah, run up and you gonna get shot
All my niggas are psychopaths
And we laughin' when killin' it
See your soul, I'm stealin' it
Look at my wrist, I'm cuttin' it
I bring the fire, I'm spittin' it, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you dumb niggas like to talk, yeah
Got a bullet with your name, yeah
Got 'em rifles for ya
Move like a wolf in the war, yeah
You dumb niggas are dead, yeah
Lil' bitch can't fuck with me
His blood's gonna spray like a paint
Gonna die by the hands of death
His neck gonna slit with a blade
Lil' bitch can't fuck with me
His blood's gonna spray like a paint
Gonna die by the hands of death
His neck gonna slit with a blade
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Writer(s): Raynardo England
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