Akame
Walk-in, everybody get down
See him looking at me funny
Fuck it shoot em' in the lounge
Gunning bitches in Cartier's
Fuck around and catch a round
We up, fuck it up blow a check
Feel like akame I put a blade to his neck
Heard these bitches want smoke
Until I pull up black vest
Gun a bitch tec nine leave a thirty in his chest
Hit a lick hit man forty-seven to his flesh
Walk-in, everybody get down
See him looking at me funny
Fuck it shoot em' in the lounge
Gunning bitches in Cartier's
Fuck around and catch a round
We up, fuck it up blow a check
Feel like akame I put a blade to his neck
Heard these bitches want smoke
Until I pull up black vest
Gun a bitch tec nine leave a thirty in his chest
Hit a lick hit man forty-seven to his flesh
Got a acog, beam, and a glock nineteen
My strips straight blue and my guap all green
How you going to blow, if you die as a teen
Send yo crew, send 'em over, they'll die as a team
Dumping mags, roll 'em over, put bullets to teeth
I got glock's in rotation my bitches is freaky
I grab me a mask find the addy', I'm creeping
He mention my name, who the fuck is you sneaking
Fuck that, pull up shooting out the back
I feel like I'm Clxuda, I go Shibuya with the gat
I drift thru the city and switch the gears, I gotta' blast
All these bittie body, bitches, popping tidies for a bag
Got no time for a thottie', all on my body, okay
Stay awake, make it happen, cause havoc, okay
Yeah my toolie is tucked, it glued onto my waist
If you want it let's get it, shake hands with my k
Fuck yo strap I got my blade
Fuck yo help I'm getting paid
Fuck a hoe like shit it's game
On my life we not the same
Can't trade my keys, for nothing less
These bitches fs' I held my breathe
Ain't no bitch got me, keep that piece
If we got the drop on a op we
Walk-in, everybody get down
See him looking at me funny
Fuck it shoot em' in the lounge
Gunning bitches in Cartier's
Fuck around and catch a round
We up, fuck it up blow a check
Feel like akame I put a blade to his neck
Heard these bitches want smoke
Until I pull up black vest
Gun a bitch tec nine leave a thirty in his chest
Hit a lick hit man forty-seven to his flesh
Walk-in, everybody get down
See him looking at me funny
Fuck it shoot em' in the lounge
Gunning bitches in Cartier's
Fuck around and catch a round
We up, fuck it up blow a check
Feel like akame I put a blade to his neck
Heard these bitches want smoke
Until I pull up black vest
Gun a bitch tec nine leave a thirty in his chest
Hit a lick hit man forty-seven to his flesh
See him looking at me funny
Fuck it shoot em' in the lounge
Gunning bitches in Cartier's
Fuck around and catch a round
We up, fuck it up blow a check
Feel like akame I put a blade to his neck
Heard these bitches want smoke
Until I pull up black vest
Gun a bitch tec nine leave a thirty in his chest
Hit a lick hit man forty-seven to his flesh
Walk-in, everybody get down
See him looking at me funny
Fuck it shoot em' in the lounge
Gunning bitches in Cartier's
Fuck around and catch a round
We up, fuck it up blow a check
Feel like akame I put a blade to his neck
Heard these bitches want smoke
Until I pull up black vest
Gun a bitch tec nine leave a thirty in his chest
Hit a lick hit man forty-seven to his flesh
Got a acog, beam, and a glock nineteen
My strips straight blue and my guap all green
How you going to blow, if you die as a teen
Send yo crew, send 'em over, they'll die as a team
Dumping mags, roll 'em over, put bullets to teeth
I got glock's in rotation my bitches is freaky
I grab me a mask find the addy', I'm creeping
He mention my name, who the fuck is you sneaking
Fuck that, pull up shooting out the back
I feel like I'm Clxuda, I go Shibuya with the gat
I drift thru the city and switch the gears, I gotta' blast
All these bittie body, bitches, popping tidies for a bag
Got no time for a thottie', all on my body, okay
Stay awake, make it happen, cause havoc, okay
Yeah my toolie is tucked, it glued onto my waist
If you want it let's get it, shake hands with my k
Fuck yo strap I got my blade
Fuck yo help I'm getting paid
Fuck a hoe like shit it's game
On my life we not the same
Can't trade my keys, for nothing less
These bitches fs' I held my breathe
Ain't no bitch got me, keep that piece
If we got the drop on a op we
Walk-in, everybody get down
See him looking at me funny
Fuck it shoot em' in the lounge
Gunning bitches in Cartier's
Fuck around and catch a round
We up, fuck it up blow a check
Feel like akame I put a blade to his neck
Heard these bitches want smoke
Until I pull up black vest
Gun a bitch tec nine leave a thirty in his chest
Hit a lick hit man forty-seven to his flesh
Walk-in, everybody get down
See him looking at me funny
Fuck it shoot em' in the lounge
Gunning bitches in Cartier's
Fuck around and catch a round
We up, fuck it up blow a check
Feel like akame I put a blade to his neck
Heard these bitches want smoke
Until I pull up black vest
Gun a bitch tec nine leave a thirty in his chest
Hit a lick hit man forty-seven to his flesh
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Writer(s): Eryxse, Pandemxnium
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