Armageddon
Graah (Aaaaaahhhh)
Yus got shot twice, ain't do a thing
Sha Gz got shot, still ain't do a thing
Yus out here wildin, mentioning my gang
Like, when we gon slide, we gon let it rain
RIP Naz, for cuzzy, puttin in pain
Bro was on timing, spinning everyday
So I'm spinning for weeks, you gon feel my pain (Grah, Grah)
(Graah)
And I put it for gang, I can merch that
Plenty of times I threw shots, they ain't dump back
And all of these new niggas on our dick
Fuck it, GPop rollin in a spliff
All them niggas gon die mentioning JayRipK
Jstar on the net, sucking Cblu dick
Nigga go and get back for your brother
And to Dudey, I'm smoking his pops
Catch EK, send him up to 'dot
And Notti, I smoke him a lot
Dumb lil kid, put up in a box
Niggas died, and they went to the stu
All on the net, acting like they cool
Tell the truth, you ain't tryna slide
You ain't gotta ride, you ain't let it flock (Graah)
No hips, cuz I don't like to dance
.30 in my pants, gotta let it blend
Oh that's ya bitch, I hit her with my mans
Blocky on dick, but lowkey he a fan
Say what you want, I never ever ran
Got shot, stabbed still up on the stand
Sucking dick, she do it with no hands
Paint her face, she call me blue Picasso
On the 4th, looking for the Vatos
Catch me an opp, do him like Dubs
Niggas bitches, bubbles in the tub
I heard Yus gay, he like it in the butt (Faggot)
Make a box, like he ain't get shot
Stop making diss tracks and spin up on a block
Niggas dissing, thats cuz they irrelevant
Niggas buying views to stay ahead of it
Oh ya bitch sick, I'm her medicine
Oh he sweeping, knock him off his feet
We smoke fries, (?????)
EK pussy, and his bitch a thot
He with his kid, fucking Mali Flock
No remorse once you mention deads
And the way that you see him, fill him up with led
I'm on timing, yeah I'm sliding
First opp I see, put him right to bed
My opps pussy, all they mans is dead
Rah, Wayne, Edot, Dubs
Shots to the head
Woo, Notti, Dummy, Matt
They got poked now they dead
Before rapping, nigga I was clapping, nigga
Better ask what I did in these streets
Searching for opps like it's hide or go seek
On the block, Mr. 38
Dump in the outside, leaving no trace
Face shot, how he still alive?
They know how we get when they chatting on live
First gun I ever had was a ducey
See (???), had to cop the .9
I'm in Harlem, "Yagi, where the Fries?"
Ayo Skino, let's slide, bro got the whip, I'm dumping while he drive
(Bro got the whip, I'm dumping while he drive)
Yus got shot twice, ain't do a thing
Sha Gz got shot, still ain't do a thing
Yus out here wildin, mentioning my gang
Like, when we gon slide, we gon let it rain
RIP Naz, for cuzzy, puttin in pain
Bro was on timing, spinning everyday
So I'm spinning for weeks, you gon feel my pain (Grah, Grah)
(Graah)
And I put it for gang, I can merch that
Plenty of times I threw shots, they ain't dump back
And all of these new niggas on our dick
Fuck it, GPop rollin in a spliff
All them niggas gon die mentioning JayRipK
Jstar on the net, sucking Cblu dick
Nigga go and get back for your brother
And to Dudey, I'm smoking his pops
Catch EK, send him up to 'dot
And Notti, I smoke him a lot
Dumb lil kid, put up in a box
Niggas died, and they went to the stu
All on the net, acting like they cool
Tell the truth, you ain't tryna slide
You ain't gotta ride, you ain't let it flock (Graah)
No hips, cuz I don't like to dance
.30 in my pants, gotta let it blend
Oh that's ya bitch, I hit her with my mans
Blocky on dick, but lowkey he a fan
Say what you want, I never ever ran
Got shot, stabbed still up on the stand
Sucking dick, she do it with no hands
Paint her face, she call me blue Picasso
On the 4th, looking for the Vatos
Catch me an opp, do him like Dubs
Niggas bitches, bubbles in the tub
I heard Yus gay, he like it in the butt (Faggot)
Make a box, like he ain't get shot
Stop making diss tracks and spin up on a block
Niggas dissing, thats cuz they irrelevant
Niggas buying views to stay ahead of it
Oh ya bitch sick, I'm her medicine
Oh he sweeping, knock him off his feet
We smoke fries, (?????)
EK pussy, and his bitch a thot
He with his kid, fucking Mali Flock
No remorse once you mention deads
And the way that you see him, fill him up with led
I'm on timing, yeah I'm sliding
First opp I see, put him right to bed
My opps pussy, all they mans is dead
Rah, Wayne, Edot, Dubs
Shots to the head
Woo, Notti, Dummy, Matt
They got poked now they dead
Before rapping, nigga I was clapping, nigga
Better ask what I did in these streets
Searching for opps like it's hide or go seek
On the block, Mr. 38
Dump in the outside, leaving no trace
Face shot, how he still alive?
They know how we get when they chatting on live
First gun I ever had was a ducey
See (???), had to cop the .9
I'm in Harlem, "Yagi, where the Fries?"
Ayo Skino, let's slide, bro got the whip, I'm dumping while he drive
(Bro got the whip, I'm dumping while he drive)
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Writer(s): Madhahir Abdulaziz, C Blu
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