Evil Instincts
All my brothas robbers
Grip katanas
While we snort that Blanca
Up that choppa Killin coppas
Killin oppas, fuck they mammas
A bunch of pills I'm popping talking back to me you better watch it
Bitches flodgin
Im still dodging
Bullets
Bitches
Actin
Stupid
Bouta get hit in the noggin
Keep on talking like you have the fuckin knowledge
No you don't so keep yo mouth closed, zip it lock it
Put it in your pocket
Now you dropping to the flow like a mother fuckin mop bitch
(YO)
H - h- hit you with my chop sticks
In yo stomach bitch
There ain't no stoppin
Kill your fuckin family and ill torture you
And make you watch it
Cockin on my shotty then I send you to the cockpit
Crashin down like Binladen
Bitch I'm fuckin mobbing
What the fuck you lookin at lil butch keep on walkin
Feel like post Malone
The way I'm Saucin
Like a flying saucer
Im
Higher than the count of bitches listed on my rosta
Sipping drank inside a raspa
Slaughter yo bitch im a monster
Im that quicker picker upper
Like the swiffer sweeper duster
Yo bitch lick my dick so good
I think i just might have to cuff her
Kill her motha fuckin brotha
Kill her too
Then I'll fuck her mother
YUH YUH
All my brothas robbers
Grip katanas
While we snort that Blanca
Up that choppa
Killin coppas
Killing oppas
Fuck they mama's
Bunch of pills I'm popping
Talking back to me
You better watch it
Bitches flodgin
I'm still dodging
Bullets
Bitches
Acting
Stupid
Grip katanas
While we snort that Blanca
Up that choppa Killin coppas
Killin oppas, fuck they mammas
A bunch of pills I'm popping talking back to me you better watch it
Bitches flodgin
Im still dodging
Bullets
Bitches
Actin
Stupid
Bouta get hit in the noggin
Keep on talking like you have the fuckin knowledge
No you don't so keep yo mouth closed, zip it lock it
Put it in your pocket
Now you dropping to the flow like a mother fuckin mop bitch
(YO)
H - h- hit you with my chop sticks
In yo stomach bitch
There ain't no stoppin
Kill your fuckin family and ill torture you
And make you watch it
Cockin on my shotty then I send you to the cockpit
Crashin down like Binladen
Bitch I'm fuckin mobbing
What the fuck you lookin at lil butch keep on walkin
Feel like post Malone
The way I'm Saucin
Like a flying saucer
Im
Higher than the count of bitches listed on my rosta
Sipping drank inside a raspa
Slaughter yo bitch im a monster
Im that quicker picker upper
Like the swiffer sweeper duster
Yo bitch lick my dick so good
I think i just might have to cuff her
Kill her motha fuckin brotha
Kill her too
Then I'll fuck her mother
YUH YUH
All my brothas robbers
Grip katanas
While we snort that Blanca
Up that choppa
Killin coppas
Killing oppas
Fuck they mama's
Bunch of pills I'm popping
Talking back to me
You better watch it
Bitches flodgin
I'm still dodging
Bullets
Bitches
Acting
Stupid
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Writer(s): Jesse House
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