blood+ (feat. Witchouse 40k)
KAMAARA
Up chuck my guts till the pain is gone
One way to hell if the gate is locked
So what i fuck till her breaks fall off
I'll run this shit till my brain hits the wall wall
Till my brain hits the wall wall
Till my brain hits the wall wall
Wall wall wall wall
Savage Ga$p
An im Finna blow mind
Feel the crush, of your spine
Break thru their wall with the force
Til u die
One time
I don't ever tell lies
They want me dead everytime I revive
Cause I'm cold mother fucker
Kick thru ur door
Like I'm home motherfucker
Call u summer, how I know you boutta fall off brother
You would think I'm in frat
The way the shotgun thumpin
Bumpin
You feel the drums in your stomach
Sold out in Warsaw
And London my
Ass from kentucky
She tryna fuck
I'm like fuck it
You would think I'm in the garden way that I been green thumbing
KAMAARA
Money
Witchouse 40k
Wicked out the crypts, I turn your body mummy
Grab his skully out the mix and leave the body bloody
Out the coffin, round the ghosts on the block
I put the glock up to your tummy
Make em choke up till his body hungry
Body all these fake motherfuckas
I been hoppin out the grave, no face, bones shutter
Spiders in the veins, see the fangs, no cover
I been smoking opposition
Turning wraiths up out your brothers
Out the gutter, I been crawling out the dust with it
I've got worms inside my bones Im out the mud with it
I ain't sleep at night, knowin that my gun did it
Fifty bullets split em, seeing double, leave your guts spilling
Blood dripping out my pockets
Blick up to your concious with it
Bullets make em vomit, smoke gon make em fold quick
Slip em in the coffin, leave they body rotten with it
Shock em, turn em haunted, I could take your soul quick
KAMAARA
Up chuck my guts till the pain is gone
One way to hell if the gate is locked
So what i fuck till her breaks fall off
I'll run this shit till my brain hits the wall wall
Till my brain hits the wall wall
Till my brain hits the wall wall
Wall wall wall wall
Up chuck my guts till the pain is gone
One way to hell if the gate is locked
So what i fuck till her breaks fall off
I'll run this shit till my brain hits the wall wall
Till my brain hits the wall wall
Till my brain hits the wall wall
Wall wall wall wall
Savage Ga$p
An im Finna blow mind
Feel the crush, of your spine
Break thru their wall with the force
Til u die
One time
I don't ever tell lies
They want me dead everytime I revive
Cause I'm cold mother fucker
Kick thru ur door
Like I'm home motherfucker
Call u summer, how I know you boutta fall off brother
You would think I'm in frat
The way the shotgun thumpin
Bumpin
You feel the drums in your stomach
Sold out in Warsaw
And London my
Ass from kentucky
She tryna fuck
I'm like fuck it
You would think I'm in the garden way that I been green thumbing
KAMAARA
Money
Witchouse 40k
Wicked out the crypts, I turn your body mummy
Grab his skully out the mix and leave the body bloody
Out the coffin, round the ghosts on the block
I put the glock up to your tummy
Make em choke up till his body hungry
Body all these fake motherfuckas
I been hoppin out the grave, no face, bones shutter
Spiders in the veins, see the fangs, no cover
I been smoking opposition
Turning wraiths up out your brothers
Out the gutter, I been crawling out the dust with it
I've got worms inside my bones Im out the mud with it
I ain't sleep at night, knowin that my gun did it
Fifty bullets split em, seeing double, leave your guts spilling
Blood dripping out my pockets
Blick up to your concious with it
Bullets make em vomit, smoke gon make em fold quick
Slip em in the coffin, leave they body rotten with it
Shock em, turn em haunted, I could take your soul quick
KAMAARA
Up chuck my guts till the pain is gone
One way to hell if the gate is locked
So what i fuck till her breaks fall off
I'll run this shit till my brain hits the wall wall
Till my brain hits the wall wall
Till my brain hits the wall wall
Wall wall wall wall
Credits
Writer(s): Gaspare Magaddino Iv
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