Orange

I'm embalming my high school teacher, don't sing
Lit Lit Lit Lit Lit Lit Littyyy Bros.
One, two, we're coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Seven, eight, better stay up late
Nine, ten, never sleep again

Pussy motherfucker I will spit in your face
Make a problem bitch, I'll put you in your place
Don't play around, we don't keep it saved
Take you to your crib, Empty the safe
Pussy motherfucker being friendly in your face
Talk behind your back, thinking that they safe
Fronting like they love you,
but they always full of hate
I love that shit and I feed off the fakes
We eat off the snakes like we living out in India
Can't you tell homey, Nah we ain't really into ya
We won't see eye to eye inside of this Millennium
Slap the dog shit out you, I ain't really feeling them
Bunch of fabricated niggas nah we ain't seeing them
They a plate of food all we really need is seasoning
They so concerned with how we all eating &
Shut your fucking mouth homey, never ever speak again
They doubt us, they doubt us
They don't know about us
They doubters, they doubters
We'll show them our power
They cowards, they cowards
They run and they cower
We scour their towers
They hiding for hours
The fam full of shooters
Got snipers on deck & not Bradley Coopers
They shooters, they shooters
Not like the movies, they the real kind
Not like the rappers that doot doot doot doot ya
These Bronx flockas leave you laying in the sewers
They the type to do drive by on scooter
Knock at your door & doo doo doom ya
Looky here champ, they really will boom ya
Leave you with a hole in your mouth
With your whole jaw out
While you holding your mouth
Put a hole in your clout
A hole in your couch
Come through your crib like yeah nigga this is OUR house
You ain't doing shit nigga, this is my spouse
This is my spoon nigga this is my couch
This is my bitch, this is my house
This is my PS, this is my couch
Fuck you gonna do hoe
Fuck you gonna do bitch
You already know you ain't gonna do shit
Bitch you ain't doing shit