MAYHEM (feat. BURCI)
I've been waiting for you
Cruisin' in a whip at one am
Everybody know that we causin' mayhem
Too fucked up, bitch, that I condem.
Everybody know I'm killa with the pen
Blood stained, toxic, pullin' in the ends
Everybody wanna talk shit
Fuckin' all the trends, flyin' high in a cockpit
Man, I might've lost it
Goin' too cold, think I got frostbit
Man, I gotta switch blade, but I'm not okay
Every since sixth grade, everything opaque
Everything decayed, but I'm feelin' okay
AR in the backpack
Glock in the waist strap
Cock it back 'splat splat' you forget I have that
You forget I'm on a rampage
Couple grams off a benz, now I'm goin' with the rage
Ooh, ooh, think I feel sick
Ooh, roll another fuckin' spiff
Here, take a hit of this shit
One hit, two hit, three hit, misfit
Four hit, five hit, six fit, black fit
Call it, hit it, nine hit, quit it
Ten hit, get it, lose it, be sick
Woah, think I just blacked out
Walk in the club, everybody know what's up
Everybody on the drugs, everybody wanna fuck
Hit me up I'm the plug, little fuckboy lookin' smug
Hit him with the blade, and it kinda feelin' hella snug
Walk away, I'm a thug, I'm a killer in the club
Out on the street, blood on my fangs
Think I need a treat, deaths where I hang
Rappers cant compete, hit e'm with the Mustang
Little fuckers retreat, put e'm on a chain gang
I'm a killer at work, puttin' bodies in the dirt
Making bitches convert, yall just hurt!
Anybody coming and I'm rushin' with a blade
Make the blood start gushin', y'all just hushing
Cruisin' in the whip at one a.m
Everybody know that we causin' mayhem
Too fucked up, bitch, that I condem
Everybody know I'm killa with the pen
Bloodstained, toxic, pullin' in the ends
Everybody wanna talk shit, fuckin' all the trends
Flyin' high in the cockpit, man I might've lost it
Goin' too cold, think I got frostbit
Ugh, think I feel sick
Ugh, roll another fuckin' spliff
Ugh
Ugh
One hit, two hit, three hit, misfit
Four hit, five hit, six fit, black fit
Cool it, hit it, nine hit, quit it
Ten hit, get it, lose it, be sick
Walk in the club, everybody know what's up
Everybody on the drugs, everybody wanna fuck
Hit me up I'm the plug, little fuckboy lookin' smug
Hit him with the blade and it kinda feelin' hella snug
Walk away, I'm a thug, I'm a killer in the club
Out on the street, blood on my fangs
Think I need a treat, deaths where I hang
Rappers can't compete, hit e'm with the Mustang
Little fuckers on retreat, put e'm on a chain gang
I'm a killer at work, puttin' bodies in the dirt
Makin' bitches convert, y'all just hurt
Anybody comin' and I'm rushin' with a blade
Make the blood start gushin', y'all just hushing
Cruisin' in a whip at one am
Everybody know that we causin' mayhem
Too fucked up, bitch, that I condem.
Everybody know I'm killa with the pen
Blood stained, toxic, pullin' in the ends
Everybody wanna talk shit
Fuckin' all the trends, flyin' high in a cockpit
Man, I might've lost it
Goin' too cold, think I got frostbit
Man, I gotta switch blade, but I'm not okay
Every since sixth grade, everything opaque
Everything decayed, but I'm feelin' okay
AR in the backpack
Glock in the waist strap
Cock it back 'splat splat' you forget I have that
You forget I'm on a rampage
Couple grams off a benz, now I'm goin' with the rage
Ooh, ooh, think I feel sick
Ooh, roll another fuckin' spiff
Here, take a hit of this shit
One hit, two hit, three hit, misfit
Four hit, five hit, six fit, black fit
Call it, hit it, nine hit, quit it
Ten hit, get it, lose it, be sick
Woah, think I just blacked out
Walk in the club, everybody know what's up
Everybody on the drugs, everybody wanna fuck
Hit me up I'm the plug, little fuckboy lookin' smug
Hit him with the blade, and it kinda feelin' hella snug
Walk away, I'm a thug, I'm a killer in the club
Out on the street, blood on my fangs
Think I need a treat, deaths where I hang
Rappers cant compete, hit e'm with the Mustang
Little fuckers retreat, put e'm on a chain gang
I'm a killer at work, puttin' bodies in the dirt
Making bitches convert, yall just hurt!
Anybody coming and I'm rushin' with a blade
Make the blood start gushin', y'all just hushing
Cruisin' in the whip at one a.m
Everybody know that we causin' mayhem
Too fucked up, bitch, that I condem
Everybody know I'm killa with the pen
Bloodstained, toxic, pullin' in the ends
Everybody wanna talk shit, fuckin' all the trends
Flyin' high in the cockpit, man I might've lost it
Goin' too cold, think I got frostbit
Ugh, think I feel sick
Ugh, roll another fuckin' spliff
Ugh
Ugh
One hit, two hit, three hit, misfit
Four hit, five hit, six fit, black fit
Cool it, hit it, nine hit, quit it
Ten hit, get it, lose it, be sick
Walk in the club, everybody know what's up
Everybody on the drugs, everybody wanna fuck
Hit me up I'm the plug, little fuckboy lookin' smug
Hit him with the blade and it kinda feelin' hella snug
Walk away, I'm a thug, I'm a killer in the club
Out on the street, blood on my fangs
Think I need a treat, deaths where I hang
Rappers can't compete, hit e'm with the Mustang
Little fuckers on retreat, put e'm on a chain gang
I'm a killer at work, puttin' bodies in the dirt
Makin' bitches convert, y'all just hurt
Anybody comin' and I'm rushin' with a blade
Make the blood start gushin', y'all just hushing
Credits
Writer(s): Zak Bonnett
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