OCELOT
I might just cut out ya jugular
They be fiending for blood and guts
Ain't a demon i said enough
Got a feelin if i run up
And i drop a fuckin 9 on ya front doorstep
You won't do shit but look around clueless
And say "what's next?"
Ain't perplexing i'm an individual with no lessons
I don't want your fuckin love i want a smith and wesson
I don't want your fuckin trust i wanna see you stepping
I don't want your fuckin help i wanna see you
Ending
Cop a brand new vest just to keep under my
Beater
Ain't a cheater but just know that i ain't losin it either
Ain't flipping right now but my bread come in like the dealer
Got the play come on baby we can go kick it like fifa
This that bulletproof 110 sippin liquor till we dead
I might be fucked up in the head but who is sane anyway?
I got people want me dead they can come and takeaway
I forgot bout what i said but imma make my getaway
When i pull up to scene poke you all up like a feind
Not a killer but i love the fucking color when you bleed
Imma get you on the ground and make you beg and plead
This all pure emotion this shit ain't bout the greed
I'm a villian no pun intended but make a fucking killing
Stab you in the guts and that shit start spilling
Y'all don't even know what i'm willing to do
Yeah yall ain't got a clue im a killer like the flu
I might just cut out ya jugular
They be fiending for blood and guts
Ain't a demon i said enough
Got a feelin if i run up
And i drop a fuckin 9 on ya front doorstep
You won't do shit but look around clueless
And say "what's next?"
Ain't perplexing i'm an individual with no lessons
I don't want your fuckin love i want a smith and wesson
I don't want your fuckin trust i wanna see you stepping
I don't want your fuckin help i wanna see you
Ending
Ahhhhhhh imma fein hit you with this beam
Watch the way you walking im damned to pick up a plead
Shut up bitch stop talking
Hit you with this toolie that llama
Hit you with yo momma walking in the fucking projects
I'm so fucking modest
Never promise
I make commas
Bitch im falling
Bitch im slipping
Got im tripping
* undetermined*
Yes, I really do this
Leaving yo bitch clueless
Knock a nigga stupid
No jaden bitch i'm lucid
Only shots you'll take is penicillin
Rigby in your dreams dont mean you
Eggscellent
Cracked my cranium needed stiches
My brain spillin
And ever since that day
Been havin the same feelings
Cut throat, Must smoke
Need a cup of Joe, Musgrove
I must float, Before my demons
Tell me in dumb so
Leave me in that puddle that you found me in
Imma mud baby
From the ground Im
Bound to win
I might just cut out ya jugular
They be fiending for blood and guts
Ain't a demon i said enough
Got a feelin if i run up
And i drop a fuckin 9 on ya front doorstep
You won't do shit but look around clueless
And say "what's next?"
Ain't perplexing i'm an individual with no lessons
I don't want your fuckin love i want a smith and wesson
I don't want your fuckin trust i wanna see you stepping
I don't want your fuckin help i wanna see you
Ending
They be fiending for blood and guts
Ain't a demon i said enough
Got a feelin if i run up
And i drop a fuckin 9 on ya front doorstep
You won't do shit but look around clueless
And say "what's next?"
Ain't perplexing i'm an individual with no lessons
I don't want your fuckin love i want a smith and wesson
I don't want your fuckin trust i wanna see you stepping
I don't want your fuckin help i wanna see you
Ending
Cop a brand new vest just to keep under my
Beater
Ain't a cheater but just know that i ain't losin it either
Ain't flipping right now but my bread come in like the dealer
Got the play come on baby we can go kick it like fifa
This that bulletproof 110 sippin liquor till we dead
I might be fucked up in the head but who is sane anyway?
I got people want me dead they can come and takeaway
I forgot bout what i said but imma make my getaway
When i pull up to scene poke you all up like a feind
Not a killer but i love the fucking color when you bleed
Imma get you on the ground and make you beg and plead
This all pure emotion this shit ain't bout the greed
I'm a villian no pun intended but make a fucking killing
Stab you in the guts and that shit start spilling
Y'all don't even know what i'm willing to do
Yeah yall ain't got a clue im a killer like the flu
I might just cut out ya jugular
They be fiending for blood and guts
Ain't a demon i said enough
Got a feelin if i run up
And i drop a fuckin 9 on ya front doorstep
You won't do shit but look around clueless
And say "what's next?"
Ain't perplexing i'm an individual with no lessons
I don't want your fuckin love i want a smith and wesson
I don't want your fuckin trust i wanna see you stepping
I don't want your fuckin help i wanna see you
Ending
Ahhhhhhh imma fein hit you with this beam
Watch the way you walking im damned to pick up a plead
Shut up bitch stop talking
Hit you with this toolie that llama
Hit you with yo momma walking in the fucking projects
I'm so fucking modest
Never promise
I make commas
Bitch im falling
Bitch im slipping
Got im tripping
* undetermined*
Yes, I really do this
Leaving yo bitch clueless
Knock a nigga stupid
No jaden bitch i'm lucid
Only shots you'll take is penicillin
Rigby in your dreams dont mean you
Eggscellent
Cracked my cranium needed stiches
My brain spillin
And ever since that day
Been havin the same feelings
Cut throat, Must smoke
Need a cup of Joe, Musgrove
I must float, Before my demons
Tell me in dumb so
Leave me in that puddle that you found me in
Imma mud baby
From the ground Im
Bound to win
I might just cut out ya jugular
They be fiending for blood and guts
Ain't a demon i said enough
Got a feelin if i run up
And i drop a fuckin 9 on ya front doorstep
You won't do shit but look around clueless
And say "what's next?"
Ain't perplexing i'm an individual with no lessons
I don't want your fuckin love i want a smith and wesson
I don't want your fuckin trust i wanna see you stepping
I don't want your fuckin help i wanna see you
Ending
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Barber, Jaden Hone, Nathan Wright, Tobias Smyth
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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