BARRACUDA.WAV (feat. do not resurrect)
Big beam red saber
Rib piece chest caver
I done came up with the muzzle
Grip squeeze
Neck breaking
From the bottom of the casket
Mollywop a bastard
Clicking get to bussin
Ima rush in, what a tactic
I flip over the mattress
My automatic is stashed in
I go fully metal jacket
I'm fully letting them have it
Watch me dropping hella damage
I know they can not manage
Bitch they rancid and ratchet
I put 100 in the casket
How I move like barracuda
I'm removing your medulla
See my pockets getting cooler
And I necesito mula
Blowing out buddha
I identify the shooter
And triangulate, Bermuda
Grab the stick and introduce ya
Imma put him in the dirt just for takin another step
Imma cop Balenciaga's for stepping up on they necks
Tryna tell them get fucked, go blow up and get a cheque
Keep that heater by my side with a mask like I'm judge Dredd
When I locate your position put a hole right in your chest
Staring down the opposition I'm hoping to see them dead
They putting me to the test, I'm tryna test out the vest
And the choppa shake his block like a Tyrannosaurus rex
And I'm never high enough
All the ops is high above
Ice water in my cup
I smoke a Russian not a Dutch
Get low
Bodies dropping look like eeny miny moe
Shinigami with the pole
I'm tryna take that pussy soul
Bitch I feel like master po
My eyes whiter then the snow
Less I'm smoking on that dro
My eyes red like Navajo
Leave you spinning, vertigo
Leave you needing medico
High above like UFO
Smoking purple indigo
And I'm always tryna go
New bandana on the pole
Letting everybody know
I'm sitting scoped on they throats
I just focus
Chillin with the blickey in the city feelin hopeless
She a 10/10 when I hit magnum opus
Hit the gas until my chest bone break
When I'm mad I leave a pussy with his skull concaved
When I'm spraying with the mop I let it go both ways
Imma hit him then expose him cause his back bone fake
Pop his top like a bottle he get dropped hi-tec
All my ops rip cause I aim for they neck
Leave a body in a wreck every time I see red
Bitch two things I hate, dick riding and the feds
Big beam red saber
Rib piece chest caver
I done came up with the muzzle
Grip squeeze
Neck breaking
From the bottom of the casket
Mollywop a bastard
Clicking, get to bussin
Ima rush in what a tactic
Big beam red saber
Rib piece chest caver
I done came up with the muzzle
Grip squeeze
Neck breaking
From the bottom of the casket
Mollywop a bastard
Clicking get to bussin
Ima rush in, what a tactic
Rib piece chest caver
I done came up with the muzzle
Grip squeeze
Neck breaking
From the bottom of the casket
Mollywop a bastard
Clicking get to bussin
Ima rush in, what a tactic
I flip over the mattress
My automatic is stashed in
I go fully metal jacket
I'm fully letting them have it
Watch me dropping hella damage
I know they can not manage
Bitch they rancid and ratchet
I put 100 in the casket
How I move like barracuda
I'm removing your medulla
See my pockets getting cooler
And I necesito mula
Blowing out buddha
I identify the shooter
And triangulate, Bermuda
Grab the stick and introduce ya
Imma put him in the dirt just for takin another step
Imma cop Balenciaga's for stepping up on they necks
Tryna tell them get fucked, go blow up and get a cheque
Keep that heater by my side with a mask like I'm judge Dredd
When I locate your position put a hole right in your chest
Staring down the opposition I'm hoping to see them dead
They putting me to the test, I'm tryna test out the vest
And the choppa shake his block like a Tyrannosaurus rex
And I'm never high enough
All the ops is high above
Ice water in my cup
I smoke a Russian not a Dutch
Get low
Bodies dropping look like eeny miny moe
Shinigami with the pole
I'm tryna take that pussy soul
Bitch I feel like master po
My eyes whiter then the snow
Less I'm smoking on that dro
My eyes red like Navajo
Leave you spinning, vertigo
Leave you needing medico
High above like UFO
Smoking purple indigo
And I'm always tryna go
New bandana on the pole
Letting everybody know
I'm sitting scoped on they throats
I just focus
Chillin with the blickey in the city feelin hopeless
She a 10/10 when I hit magnum opus
Hit the gas until my chest bone break
When I'm mad I leave a pussy with his skull concaved
When I'm spraying with the mop I let it go both ways
Imma hit him then expose him cause his back bone fake
Pop his top like a bottle he get dropped hi-tec
All my ops rip cause I aim for they neck
Leave a body in a wreck every time I see red
Bitch two things I hate, dick riding and the feds
Big beam red saber
Rib piece chest caver
I done came up with the muzzle
Grip squeeze
Neck breaking
From the bottom of the casket
Mollywop a bastard
Clicking, get to bussin
Ima rush in what a tactic
Big beam red saber
Rib piece chest caver
I done came up with the muzzle
Grip squeeze
Neck breaking
From the bottom of the casket
Mollywop a bastard
Clicking get to bussin
Ima rush in, what a tactic
Credits
Writer(s): Sam Arnedo
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