deathgrip!
Wait
Wait
God damn
Blood on my fit
Won't stop
Death grip
Two stones
Grab my neck
Death grip
And I see you try to run, motherfucker don't trip
That bitch bad you should see what she do (aye, aye, aye yuh)
Mask on my face, real blade sucka
Fist to the face, now, real world crusher
Mask on my face, I'm a real cold fucker
If you run up on my wrong catch a stick
Motherfucker, what you gonna do
That bitch hit the crib, I ain't tryna fight you
Nice hips, Chrome Glock, and a dragon tattoo
Dumb bitch hit the crib, cause she tryna make a move
Cause she got a damn wish, cause she messing with the world
Bitch I'm so high like a flight way
Better have a hollow point cause it's a tight way
Stick up
Bad bitch, pick up
Then move to his face
Cause I'm a real dome kicka
Aye it's a brand new day
Brand new money
Everybody wanna know it's because we up and coming
And always got their hands out wanting something from me
All my friends be tryna hoe up on it, kinda funny
Do a death grip, choke, like I'm Darth Vader
Every time I drop a song I leave a bomb crater
Every day I'm getting money for my hard labor
I wish I was doing better but I fall greater
I switch tone just dang like that (Nah)
Never coming slow they wanna bite that
Young playa had a Star Wars ima strike that (What?)
Then I'm a motherfuckin' beast bitch, I bite back (Yuh)
All black
All black
All black (What?)
'556 pull the stars back (Yeah)
All black
All black
All black (What?)
Talk that tone, boutta womp that (Yeah)
Now I keep a fucking stick like I'm Genski
Bitch, are you fucking with me or against me (Yeah)
Man I ain't got no fucking time so don't test me (Nah)
Bitch I'm dumping at the mag 'till it's empty (Yuh)
All black
All black
All black (What?)
'556 pull the stars back (Yeah)
All black
All black
All black (What?)
Talk that tone, boutta womp that
Wait
Wait
God damn
Blood on my fit
Won't stop
Death grip
Two stones
Grab my neck
Death grip
And I see you try to run, motherfucker don't trip
That bitch bad you should see what she do (aye, aye, aye yuh)
Mask on my face, real blade sucka
Fist to the face, now, real world crusher
Mask on my face, I'm a real cold fucker
If you run up on my wrong catch a stick
Motherfucker, what you gonna do
Wait
God damn
Blood on my fit
Won't stop
Death grip
Two stones
Grab my neck
Death grip
And I see you try to run, motherfucker don't trip
That bitch bad you should see what she do (aye, aye, aye yuh)
Mask on my face, real blade sucka
Fist to the face, now, real world crusher
Mask on my face, I'm a real cold fucker
If you run up on my wrong catch a stick
Motherfucker, what you gonna do
That bitch hit the crib, I ain't tryna fight you
Nice hips, Chrome Glock, and a dragon tattoo
Dumb bitch hit the crib, cause she tryna make a move
Cause she got a damn wish, cause she messing with the world
Bitch I'm so high like a flight way
Better have a hollow point cause it's a tight way
Stick up
Bad bitch, pick up
Then move to his face
Cause I'm a real dome kicka
Aye it's a brand new day
Brand new money
Everybody wanna know it's because we up and coming
And always got their hands out wanting something from me
All my friends be tryna hoe up on it, kinda funny
Do a death grip, choke, like I'm Darth Vader
Every time I drop a song I leave a bomb crater
Every day I'm getting money for my hard labor
I wish I was doing better but I fall greater
I switch tone just dang like that (Nah)
Never coming slow they wanna bite that
Young playa had a Star Wars ima strike that (What?)
Then I'm a motherfuckin' beast bitch, I bite back (Yuh)
All black
All black
All black (What?)
'556 pull the stars back (Yeah)
All black
All black
All black (What?)
Talk that tone, boutta womp that (Yeah)
Now I keep a fucking stick like I'm Genski
Bitch, are you fucking with me or against me (Yeah)
Man I ain't got no fucking time so don't test me (Nah)
Bitch I'm dumping at the mag 'till it's empty (Yuh)
All black
All black
All black (What?)
'556 pull the stars back (Yeah)
All black
All black
All black (What?)
Talk that tone, boutta womp that
Wait
Wait
God damn
Blood on my fit
Won't stop
Death grip
Two stones
Grab my neck
Death grip
And I see you try to run, motherfucker don't trip
That bitch bad you should see what she do (aye, aye, aye yuh)
Mask on my face, real blade sucka
Fist to the face, now, real world crusher
Mask on my face, I'm a real cold fucker
If you run up on my wrong catch a stick
Motherfucker, what you gonna do
Credits
Writer(s): Makar Aleksandrovich Fadeev, Aaron Brandford, Gonzales Scott Christian
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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