Coffin
Lock you in a coffin and I'll leave yo' ass for dead
No one gives a fuck 'bout you, or your friends
Wouldn't matter anyway when I cut off y'all head
Dropped a shitty track, but it made a couple bands
Watch your fucking tone when you talkin' round me
I'm the fucking Grim Reaper, on a murdering spree
Keeping it low profile, y'all talkin' like, "Who is he?"
I am death, pussy, who is thee?
Yeah, yo' bitch, I'm 'boutta kill
Do it for the fuckin' thrill
I just made a mil', made it back, they call me Bill
Gates, yeah, too much money on my plate
Need a new Patek for the day
Imma kill a faggot all in gray
How can I be a homophobe? My bitch is gay
I don't fuck with green pape'
I need blue, that's okay, I got thousands in the bank
Take all the money and I'll fuck up all your friends
Take 'em to the back, and I'll show 'em my bands
Stabbed 'em with a knife, I got blood on my hands
Feds tryna get me, thank God for my stans
Got out free, they my W mans'
Lock you in a coffin and I'll leave yo' ass for dead
No one gives a fuck 'bout you, or your friends
Wouldn't matter anyway when I cut off y'all head
Dropped a shitty track, but it made a couple bands
Watch your fucking tone when you talkin' round me
I'm the fucking Grim Reaper, on a murdering spree
Keeping it low profile, y'all talkin' like, "Who is he?"
I am death, pussy, who is thee?
Tryna be the bully, he the victim
Lookin' like a dumbass when I hit 'em
Pull up, fuck his shawty, lookin' like I'm winnin'
Bitch
No one gives a fuck 'bout you, or your friends
Wouldn't matter anyway when I cut off y'all head
Dropped a shitty track, but it made a couple bands
Watch your fucking tone when you talkin' round me
I'm the fucking Grim Reaper, on a murdering spree
Keeping it low profile, y'all talkin' like, "Who is he?"
I am death, pussy, who is thee?
Yeah, yo' bitch, I'm 'boutta kill
Do it for the fuckin' thrill
I just made a mil', made it back, they call me Bill
Gates, yeah, too much money on my plate
Need a new Patek for the day
Imma kill a faggot all in gray
How can I be a homophobe? My bitch is gay
I don't fuck with green pape'
I need blue, that's okay, I got thousands in the bank
Take all the money and I'll fuck up all your friends
Take 'em to the back, and I'll show 'em my bands
Stabbed 'em with a knife, I got blood on my hands
Feds tryna get me, thank God for my stans
Got out free, they my W mans'
Lock you in a coffin and I'll leave yo' ass for dead
No one gives a fuck 'bout you, or your friends
Wouldn't matter anyway when I cut off y'all head
Dropped a shitty track, but it made a couple bands
Watch your fucking tone when you talkin' round me
I'm the fucking Grim Reaper, on a murdering spree
Keeping it low profile, y'all talkin' like, "Who is he?"
I am death, pussy, who is thee?
Tryna be the bully, he the victim
Lookin' like a dumbass when I hit 'em
Pull up, fuck his shawty, lookin' like I'm winnin'
Bitch
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Writer(s): Faaded
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