Deadervant's Haunt

Bitch, I'm getting jiggy with the clip
It got a lean on it
Helicopter chopping with the choppa
Got a beam on it
Why you causing problems with the god?
I'm bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda pouring on the rocks
It got me bopping, bout to speed over
Rolling down your block
Ain't bout to talk, I got the heat poking
BOW! BOW!
Hit his top and now I'm reloading
Chopping up the body
Hit the party cuz I'm preforming
Wait, I meant I'll perform, I got the bomb with it
Bitch him now he out of his form, I got his heart skipping
I got addiction to harm and I'm a dog nigga
Pistol stick him right in his jaw, I let him spar with it
Big dog barking off rip, keep the shells hot
Sinning like a winner
Master Splinter leave ya shell shocked
Hot piss on your coffin, drag the mailbox
Thinking bout dissing?
Imma stop him in his trail
Hot damn

Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Pistol in the club
I'm walking out, I got the Nina tucked
You got a problem come and solve it or don't bring it up
Lil shawty saw me at the mall, she trying to eat it up
Hopping out and popping at your squad because they weak as fuck

Bitch, I'm getting jiggy with the clip
It got a lean on it
Helicopter chopping with the choppa
Got a beam on it
Why you causing problems with the god?
I'm bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda pouring on the rocks
It got me bopping, bout to speed over
Rolling down your block
Ain't bout to talk, I got the heat poking
BOW! BOW!
Hit his top and now I'm reloading
Chopping up the body
Hit the party cuz I'm...

I'm bout that dough shit, I think he on that hoe shit (Oh no)
I lock and load, getting jiggy with that pole stick (For sure)
I'm bout to roll, shit get sticky, I'm corrosive (Low blow)
I caught a soul, stick extended, no emotion
Big extendo leave a stain
I crescendo with the blades
Hot as ever, see the devil when you step inside my gaze
Short temper, long shovel, come and dig your fucking grave
Come and find me in the bodies with some metal on my chain
All day...

Lean on it...
Choppa got a beam on it...
Bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda...



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Writer(s): Noah Obasi
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