GARGOYLES
One thousand years ago, superstition and the sword ruled
It was a time of darkness; It was a world of fear
It was the age of Gargoyles
10 Shots
When I pull up to the party
2 Cups
And I'm moving like a zombie
Back shots
Shawty lookin like a barbie
No fucks
When you tell me you don't like me
I'm the ace keep a spade breaking up apart the hard soil
When we come alive in the dead of night like gargoyles
Gut check, Imma push it through her neck
I got evil in my DNA and I been chasing death
Done holding back, yuh
All these pillies got me smacked
I been checked out for weeks and I don't think I'm coming back
All my tecs are bi you see them strapped and cocked on both sides
Bitch we in the cut we bubble up just like peroxide
Why you talking slick I'll hit a lick and leave you tongue-tied
Bitch get on yo knees and put yo teeth up on the curbside
Stupid motherfucker gonna die today
Like oh wait, why you runnin from the shit you say
I fuckin love it when you scream it and they hear it keep it coming
When I break yo fucking back to the 808
The blood stains
Murder on a beat is where I stay
Bet you want a feature but you know you can't pay
The fast rain of my lyrics on campaigns
Bitch I fucking own the whole game
Keep it steady
I got shooters perched on towers
MOAB
We drippin wet with fire power
You not ready
This aint no late night show hoe
Bodah Revy
And you know we bout to blow like lets go
Who the fuck is that?
Pussy mothafucka when I pull shit back
Got the five-five-six to the five-sixteenth
Better pick one bitch like woe is me
I make her wet, bitch I'm blown veins
Cop another bitch like fuck you say?
Been about that never doubt that
Imma drown that bitch yup I'm throwing shade
Fuckin dirty bitch dirty bitch fuck her like a centaur
Crack up on my lip I dick her down I keep a razor
Nada bitch got it bitch I pass it to the grave
If you keep on duckin out I might just put you in your place
I got bags I got dope
I got xans I got smoke
I got dirty bitches calling out my name I let em choke
I get money you get broke
I get sticks I keep it low
Fuck I look like I been runnin shit its probably cuz I do
I got bags I got dope
I got xans I got smoke
I got dirty bitches calling out my name I let em choke
I get money you get broke
I get sticks I keep it low
Fuck I look like I been runnin shit its probably cuz I do
It was a time of darkness; It was a world of fear
It was the age of Gargoyles
10 Shots
When I pull up to the party
2 Cups
And I'm moving like a zombie
Back shots
Shawty lookin like a barbie
No fucks
When you tell me you don't like me
I'm the ace keep a spade breaking up apart the hard soil
When we come alive in the dead of night like gargoyles
Gut check, Imma push it through her neck
I got evil in my DNA and I been chasing death
Done holding back, yuh
All these pillies got me smacked
I been checked out for weeks and I don't think I'm coming back
All my tecs are bi you see them strapped and cocked on both sides
Bitch we in the cut we bubble up just like peroxide
Why you talking slick I'll hit a lick and leave you tongue-tied
Bitch get on yo knees and put yo teeth up on the curbside
Stupid motherfucker gonna die today
Like oh wait, why you runnin from the shit you say
I fuckin love it when you scream it and they hear it keep it coming
When I break yo fucking back to the 808
The blood stains
Murder on a beat is where I stay
Bet you want a feature but you know you can't pay
The fast rain of my lyrics on campaigns
Bitch I fucking own the whole game
Keep it steady
I got shooters perched on towers
MOAB
We drippin wet with fire power
You not ready
This aint no late night show hoe
Bodah Revy
And you know we bout to blow like lets go
Who the fuck is that?
Pussy mothafucka when I pull shit back
Got the five-five-six to the five-sixteenth
Better pick one bitch like woe is me
I make her wet, bitch I'm blown veins
Cop another bitch like fuck you say?
Been about that never doubt that
Imma drown that bitch yup I'm throwing shade
Fuckin dirty bitch dirty bitch fuck her like a centaur
Crack up on my lip I dick her down I keep a razor
Nada bitch got it bitch I pass it to the grave
If you keep on duckin out I might just put you in your place
I got bags I got dope
I got xans I got smoke
I got dirty bitches calling out my name I let em choke
I get money you get broke
I get sticks I keep it low
Fuck I look like I been runnin shit its probably cuz I do
I got bags I got dope
I got xans I got smoke
I got dirty bitches calling out my name I let em choke
I get money you get broke
I get sticks I keep it low
Fuck I look like I been runnin shit its probably cuz I do
Credits
Writer(s): Fernando Alvarez
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