NOSFERATU
Yeah, I gotta credit producers, that's part of plan
I don't know, what is he saying?
How can I rewrite your lyrics? The fuck is you saying?
I can just smoke the pack of the black of the melanin
I'ma call him, I know he not lackin' it
Solving this shit like it's math, it ain't adding it
I'ma go fuck on your bitch for the hell of it
Fuck you and the last two
I'ma eat you like Nosferatu
How'd you know I didn't kill the prostitute?
How'd you know I didn't last so long too?
Where you gonna put that? Put it in bust too? But tonight I'ma get that
I get fashion tactics intact with these taxes
Paying all of these frauds to get rid of the fact-sis (Woo!)
Yeah how is it sad whenever it's over?
I'ma just tell you whenever you're older
Don't even care, this shit getting colder
Your ass getting fat, it's as big as a boulder
This shoe shit ain't new to me
I got every single pair on my feet
So when they walk, I just stomp on their knees
They crying for me, ahh!
Yeah, thought that was over?
Mann, that's just for show
Rapping again, just showing my flow
And after this song, I'ma show it to bros (Yeah!)
There is some ash on my palm
After me writing some lyrics on song
I cannot stop but I won't carry on (Yeah! Yeah!)
I'ma just pass me my verse onto 'DAM! (Yeah, yeah)
Okay
Let me set this straight
Busting out the gate
Told me love is fake
She got hella cake, someone I can take
She twerk and love to cook, call her shake and bake
She love the kappa, I got on it's black too
Turn on lights like Nosferatu
How you know I didn't kill the prostitute
She charged a thousand and it cost a lot to you
Niggas be bitches, they turn into snitches
I'm burning down bridges and ask for forgiveness
She all in my business, I can't even end it
She wasting my time, I don't know how to spend it
I'm ruling I'm cooling
They sleep leave 'em drooling, buffooning we blow it up like a balloon
And as soon as it pop, that's the sound of us shooting
We come from the block, we ain't talking 'bout hooping
Bald ass head with the sharp ass teeth
Killing on girls leave 'em dead in the street
Ninth victim, think I reached my peak
When I get my tenth, leave 'em there for a week, aye
You only see me when the night out
No sun, better hope you got a fucking lighthouse
Disrespect and I'll knock that pussy dead
Lights out (Lights out)
I don't know, what is he saying?
How can I rewrite your lyrics? The fuck is you saying?
I can just smoke the pack of the black of the melanin
I'ma call him, I know he not lackin' it
Solving this shit like it's math, it ain't adding it
I'ma go fuck on your bitch for the hell of it
Fuck you and the last two
I'ma eat you like Nosferatu
How'd you know I didn't kill the prostitute?
How'd you know I didn't last so long too?
Where you gonna put that? Put it in bust too? But tonight I'ma get that
I get fashion tactics intact with these taxes
Paying all of these frauds to get rid of the fact-sis (Woo!)
Yeah how is it sad whenever it's over?
I'ma just tell you whenever you're older
Don't even care, this shit getting colder
Your ass getting fat, it's as big as a boulder
This shoe shit ain't new to me
I got every single pair on my feet
So when they walk, I just stomp on their knees
They crying for me, ahh!
Yeah, thought that was over?
Mann, that's just for show
Rapping again, just showing my flow
And after this song, I'ma show it to bros (Yeah!)
There is some ash on my palm
After me writing some lyrics on song
I cannot stop but I won't carry on (Yeah! Yeah!)
I'ma just pass me my verse onto 'DAM! (Yeah, yeah)
Okay
Let me set this straight
Busting out the gate
Told me love is fake
She got hella cake, someone I can take
She twerk and love to cook, call her shake and bake
She love the kappa, I got on it's black too
Turn on lights like Nosferatu
How you know I didn't kill the prostitute
She charged a thousand and it cost a lot to you
Niggas be bitches, they turn into snitches
I'm burning down bridges and ask for forgiveness
She all in my business, I can't even end it
She wasting my time, I don't know how to spend it
I'm ruling I'm cooling
They sleep leave 'em drooling, buffooning we blow it up like a balloon
And as soon as it pop, that's the sound of us shooting
We come from the block, we ain't talking 'bout hooping
Bald ass head with the sharp ass teeth
Killing on girls leave 'em dead in the street
Ninth victim, think I reached my peak
When I get my tenth, leave 'em there for a week, aye
You only see me when the night out
No sun, better hope you got a fucking lighthouse
Disrespect and I'll knock that pussy dead
Lights out (Lights out)
Credits
Writer(s): Yohan Williams
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