So Immortal
(My - MooXe)
Yeah, huh, feelin' so immortal, feelin' so immortal
I hit the blunt and it felt like I went straight through a portal
Tryna find another way while tryna keep it cordial
Remember stay focused, lil' bitch
And try to keep some morals
I do my thing, lil' bitch, and then I'm always gone
I do my thing, lil' bitch, and then I'm phonin' home (Yeah)
Fuck your family tree, there won't be no one home (Yeah)
You talkin' down on gang, your whole family gone (Bah)
Yeah, I got my pistol to the ceiling (Boom), Trippie 'bout to kill it
Bitch, I am the villain, hangin' with some Wealthy Villains (Villains)
Shout out Sunny 2point0, bitch, my choppa full-auto (Boom)
Big 14 got mula, dough (Mula)
I just caught like 2 bottles (Yeah)
Fuckin' on like 3 models (Yeah)
Murciélago, lil' baby fly, though
Like my doors and they butterfly doors
I fly away, I fly away
I try to catch myself right up in a fuckin' daze (Daze)
And blow my mind away (Maze)
I tried to pave the way
You try to pay the wave (Try to pay the wave)
These niggas ain't the same as me (Ain't the same), yeah (Yeah)
Ain't the same as me, yeah
No, uh, no, ah
Ah, I sip this cup and then I, ah (Haha)
I'm sipping' on this cup I got a cup of mud (Mud)
Yeah (Mud), yeah
Yeah, huh, feelin' so immortal, feelin' so immortal
I hit the blunt and it felt like I went straight through a portal
Tryna find another way while tryna keep it cordial
Remember stay focused, lil' bitch, try to keep some morals
I do my thing, lil' bitch, and then I'm always gone
I do my thing, lil' bitch, and then I'm phonin' home (Yeah)
Fuck your family tree, there won't be no one home (Yeah)
You talkin' down on gang, your whole family gone (Bah)
Yeah, your whole family
Pull up with them choppas on your family tree
Yeah, I see your family bleed
Talkin' all that gangster shit, I knock your family's teeth
Right out they motherfuckin' mouth, nigga
Yeah, got some shooters with me from the south, nigga, yeah
Let's see what you talkin' 'bout, nigga
We got them pistols and them missiles right out, nigga, yeah
Lets' see what you do in this situation, let's see
Let's see what you do, let's see what you do
We got the shooters with us right now
And they ready to shoot, ready to shoot
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh, huh
Cup full of mud, uh, yeah
Yeah, huh, feelin' so immortal, feelin' so immortal
I hit the blunt and it felt like I went straight through a portal
Tryna find another way while tryna keep it cordial
Remember stay focused, lil' bitch
And try to keep some morals
I do my thing, lil' bitch, and then I'm always gone
I do my thing, lil' bitch, and then I'm phonin' home (Yeah)
Fuck your family tree, there won't be no one home (Yeah)
You talkin' down on gang, your whole family gone (Bah)
Yeah, I got my pistol to the ceiling (Boom), Trippie 'bout to kill it
Bitch, I am the villain, hangin' with some Wealthy Villains (Villains)
Shout out Sunny 2point0, bitch, my choppa full-auto (Boom)
Big 14 got mula, dough (Mula)
I just caught like 2 bottles (Yeah)
Fuckin' on like 3 models (Yeah)
Murciélago, lil' baby fly, though
Like my doors and they butterfly doors
I fly away, I fly away
I try to catch myself right up in a fuckin' daze (Daze)
And blow my mind away (Maze)
I tried to pave the way
You try to pay the wave (Try to pay the wave)
These niggas ain't the same as me (Ain't the same), yeah (Yeah)
Ain't the same as me, yeah
No, uh, no, ah
Ah, I sip this cup and then I, ah (Haha)
I'm sipping' on this cup I got a cup of mud (Mud)
Yeah (Mud), yeah
Yeah, huh, feelin' so immortal, feelin' so immortal
I hit the blunt and it felt like I went straight through a portal
Tryna find another way while tryna keep it cordial
Remember stay focused, lil' bitch, try to keep some morals
I do my thing, lil' bitch, and then I'm always gone
I do my thing, lil' bitch, and then I'm phonin' home (Yeah)
Fuck your family tree, there won't be no one home (Yeah)
You talkin' down on gang, your whole family gone (Bah)
Yeah, your whole family
Pull up with them choppas on your family tree
Yeah, I see your family bleed
Talkin' all that gangster shit, I knock your family's teeth
Right out they motherfuckin' mouth, nigga
Yeah, got some shooters with me from the south, nigga, yeah
Let's see what you talkin' 'bout, nigga
We got them pistols and them missiles right out, nigga, yeah
Lets' see what you do in this situation, let's see
Let's see what you do, let's see what you do
We got the shooters with us right now
And they ready to shoot, ready to shoot
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh, huh
Cup full of mud, uh, yeah
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