Sins Till Death
(Hook)
Fuck all that talkin shit bitch it's s.o.e
Ima do this for my sins
Yea Ima do this for the team
I'm yellin free the guy till envy
Back out on the street
Till then me n pride goin crazy
wrath holdin down street
I'm callin sloth bout this new stainless heat
You know the whole gang got them
Blocks just to chop your head off
We gonna send you to the cold
You gon freeze your dreads off
You talkin crazy bout them sins
Yo moms gonna hear 30 pops
Then yo ass boutta hit pin drop
You be sayin lol while yo mask on
If sins don't love you then yo ass
Better get on
Bumpin durk hittin 90 on the 101
Tryin to take a life all my merks gon
All my merks gon?
That's fine who's bitch am I boutta merce on
She singing nightmare that her
Favorite song
She still love me even tho ima do her wrong
She screaming s.o.e cause thats the merk song
She scream it so loud you think she giving birth
Huh
She be getting thirsty off the runts
So I gave her the pipe to squirt on
You know I ain't the kid to front on
Lyin out his throat I'm bout to send some
I ain't never really give a fuck about a threat
You ain't use to nickels hittin above your neck
If I miss then ima simply run it back
You could call me Aaron rodgers
With how far I can throw some shit
He was tryin to send smoke but I just
Sent a quarter back
Then ima pack him in some gas
The economy goin crazy so good thing
I layed his ass rest
Call up sin if a bitch tryin to bring a friend
I got 7 ppl who tryin bang bros that slut again
Johnny sins the way ima slap my dick up on
Her chin
Mr me seeks how ima clean her pipes then
Dissapear again
Bitch must've forgot I'm king of all the sins
Fuck all that talkin shit bitch it's s.o.e
Ima do this for my sins
Ima do this for the team
I'm yellin free the guy till envy
Back out on the street
Till then me n pride goin crazy
wrath holdin down street
I'm callin sloth bout this new stainless heat
Goin crazy im that Acura
She sad her mans died that tuff
He wouldn't have called my bluff
I popped that ecstasy now I'm seeing stuff
In the matrix ain't enough popped the blue pill
Now I'm up
I don't give a fuck you don't wanna see me
When I'm booted up I kept it corgial
But now he gonna get bucked up
This real life ain't no 1 on 1s
Yo bitch ass gon get jumped
We ain't gonna stop till we see yo ass
Is slumped ima take to bitches bag
Just because Ima punk
Brodie thought shir was sweet till he felt
Some thumps
Now I'm racin to my section to spilt up all the loot
Told my fella I know this ain't the right thing
To do
Fuck all that talkin shit bitch it's s.o.e
Ima do this for my sins
Yea Ima do this for the team
I'm yellin free the guy till envy
Back out on the street
Till then me n pride goin crazy
wrath holdin down street
I'm callin sloth bout this new stainless heat
You know the whole gang got them
Blocks just to chop your head off
We gonna send you to the cold
You gon freeze your dreads off
You talkin crazy bout them sins
Yo moms gonna hear 30 pops
Then yo ass boutta hit pin drop
You be sayin lol while yo mask on
If sins don't love you then yo ass
Better get on
Bumpin durk hittin 90 on the 101
Tryin to take a life all my merks gon
All my merks gon?
That's fine who's bitch am I boutta merce on
She singing nightmare that her
Favorite song
She still love me even tho ima do her wrong
She screaming s.o.e cause thats the merk song
She scream it so loud you think she giving birth
Huh
She be getting thirsty off the runts
So I gave her the pipe to squirt on
You know I ain't the kid to front on
Lyin out his throat I'm bout to send some
I ain't never really give a fuck about a threat
You ain't use to nickels hittin above your neck
If I miss then ima simply run it back
You could call me Aaron rodgers
With how far I can throw some shit
He was tryin to send smoke but I just
Sent a quarter back
Then ima pack him in some gas
The economy goin crazy so good thing
I layed his ass rest
Call up sin if a bitch tryin to bring a friend
I got 7 ppl who tryin bang bros that slut again
Johnny sins the way ima slap my dick up on
Her chin
Mr me seeks how ima clean her pipes then
Dissapear again
Bitch must've forgot I'm king of all the sins
Fuck all that talkin shit bitch it's s.o.e
Ima do this for my sins
Ima do this for the team
I'm yellin free the guy till envy
Back out on the street
Till then me n pride goin crazy
wrath holdin down street
I'm callin sloth bout this new stainless heat
Goin crazy im that Acura
She sad her mans died that tuff
He wouldn't have called my bluff
I popped that ecstasy now I'm seeing stuff
In the matrix ain't enough popped the blue pill
Now I'm up
I don't give a fuck you don't wanna see me
When I'm booted up I kept it corgial
But now he gonna get bucked up
This real life ain't no 1 on 1s
Yo bitch ass gon get jumped
We ain't gonna stop till we see yo ass
Is slumped ima take to bitches bag
Just because Ima punk
Brodie thought shir was sweet till he felt
Some thumps
Now I'm racin to my section to spilt up all the loot
Told my fella I know this ain't the right thing
To do
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Raya
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