SMOKE OPPS NOT CIGS
(Ayy, ugh)
Fuck your forgiveness
I just want to feast on every fuckin' soul
I can not feel a fuckin' thing
'Cause I've been numbed right to the core (what?)
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit (yeah)
Fuck that shit (ay), fuck that shit
What the fuck he smoking on, Dyll with a little cig?
Ask him what is in it, you prolly will not forget
Dyll what the fuck is that? I didn't know you were lit
I'm tokin' on the opps and when you walkin', better watch your fuckin' step
Motherfuckers think they tough 'til they wash up fuckin' dead
No, you don't wanna be that fucker behind yellow tape
Got another homi, just another fuckin' day
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that (urgh)
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that (ay, yeah)
Bitch, I put a hole in that (ay, yeah)
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that (ay, yeah)
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that (ay, yeah)
Bitch, I put a-
Put a hollow in his head like, no face
I take out your tongue just to take out yo' taste
Dyll is homicidal, I'ma leave no trace
We feed on the body 'cause Wav do not waste
Fidgetty fidgeting with my brand-new piece
It-it be what it be, my opps all tweak
Fuck around, hit 'em and I'ma make him leak
You do what you do with a year in a week
We-we-we kill and we boutta kill, uh-huh
What's yo' deal, lemme ask Dyll, "Huh-huh?"
You pop pills, I pay bills
That's cause you buy thrills, I make bills, duh-duh
Money over anything and I mean anything
Money, money, money, what is so funny?
Clip that nigga body, leave his ass in his tummy
Yeah, how?
What it do, bitch? Move bitch, getting in my way (yeah, yeah, uh)
Are you stupid, ruthless? Eat that nigga's face (yeah, yeah)
Leave him toothless, mucus, all over his face (yeah, yeah, uh)
He is useless, boofless, close him like this case (yeah, yeah, uh)
Cannot, see me, I know you that you niggas wanna be me
All of you all the same thing, I've been like the waiting
I have not been sleepin', brain and body aching, I have been debating
Runnin' up and amputating any fuck, nigga
Huh, hollow with a MAG, my finger on my trigger
Got the tendency to wanna end a nigga for I mend a nigga
Usually the bigger person, but you really bigger nigga
Uh, goddamn, that bitch is big as my goddamn house
You wear a blanket, can't fit in a blouse
Would take a bite, if it a damn mouse
Shut yo' mouth, it done stink, steal yo' couch and yo' sink
When you drown, you gon' sink, yo' head roll, ain't no rink
Twinkie binkie chubby boob havin', run up and this tool clappin'
Dora with this map lappin', niggas that been track slackin'
Pranav and Dyll, know how to kill
Heater cook a nigga dead, leave him on a grill
Hollow out the knees, if you can't stay still
Been a fuckin' g-slaughter, tracks on the reel
Fuck your forgiveness
I just want to feast on every fuckin' soul
I can not feel a fuckin' thing
'Cause I've been numbed right to the core (what?)
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit (yeah)
Fuck that shit (ay), fuck that shit
What the fuck he smoking on, Dyll with a little cig?
Ask him what is in it, you prolly will not forget
Dyll what the fuck is that? I didn't know you were lit
I'm tokin' on the opps and when you walkin', better watch your fuckin' step
Motherfuckers think they tough 'til they wash up fuckin' dead
No, you don't wanna be that fucker behind yellow tape
Got another homi, just another fuckin' day
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that (urgh)
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that (ay, yeah)
Bitch, I put a hole in that (ay, yeah)
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that (ay, yeah)
Bitch, I put a hole in that
Bitch, I put a hole in that (ay, yeah)
Bitch, I put a-
Put a hollow in his head like, no face
I take out your tongue just to take out yo' taste
Dyll is homicidal, I'ma leave no trace
We feed on the body 'cause Wav do not waste
Fidgetty fidgeting with my brand-new piece
It-it be what it be, my opps all tweak
Fuck around, hit 'em and I'ma make him leak
You do what you do with a year in a week
We-we-we kill and we boutta kill, uh-huh
What's yo' deal, lemme ask Dyll, "Huh-huh?"
You pop pills, I pay bills
That's cause you buy thrills, I make bills, duh-duh
Money over anything and I mean anything
Money, money, money, what is so funny?
Clip that nigga body, leave his ass in his tummy
Yeah, how?
What it do, bitch? Move bitch, getting in my way (yeah, yeah, uh)
Are you stupid, ruthless? Eat that nigga's face (yeah, yeah)
Leave him toothless, mucus, all over his face (yeah, yeah, uh)
He is useless, boofless, close him like this case (yeah, yeah, uh)
Cannot, see me, I know you that you niggas wanna be me
All of you all the same thing, I've been like the waiting
I have not been sleepin', brain and body aching, I have been debating
Runnin' up and amputating any fuck, nigga
Huh, hollow with a MAG, my finger on my trigger
Got the tendency to wanna end a nigga for I mend a nigga
Usually the bigger person, but you really bigger nigga
Uh, goddamn, that bitch is big as my goddamn house
You wear a blanket, can't fit in a blouse
Would take a bite, if it a damn mouse
Shut yo' mouth, it done stink, steal yo' couch and yo' sink
When you drown, you gon' sink, yo' head roll, ain't no rink
Twinkie binkie chubby boob havin', run up and this tool clappin'
Dora with this map lappin', niggas that been track slackin'
Pranav and Dyll, know how to kill
Heater cook a nigga dead, leave him on a grill
Hollow out the knees, if you can't stay still
Been a fuckin' g-slaughter, tracks on the reel
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Writer(s): Pranav Nagarajan, Dylan Kill
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