Milsport 500 Degrees

Yuh
This shit ain't nothing but a breeze
Choppa put you on yo knees
If I mask up, it ain't looking good for enemies
Should I blast up? Milsport 500 degrees
If these shells they get to droppin
Bet your buried in a week
On the shrooms I do not sleep
I'm injecting ketamine
Shout them zombies out in Florida, face look good to eat!
Trump he stopped you at the boarder huh? He's Inches from defeat
Fuck assassination, we rushing the white house as we speak. Preach!

Killriddle on the beat
If we catch you slippin, we could probably lay you 6 feet
But you hanging on a hook
New Mercedes on the streets
Imma be so mad, if I get some blood up on my seats
Pussy niggas wanna fight?
Shh! Now I gotta creep
Like a mist up In the night
Bitch bet you won't see me
Store the bodies in the trunk
But the smell don't get to me
Oh My God, you're out of luck
Corpses dumped up in the sea Bleed!

Fuck a kill shot
Imma shoot you up, God smack or not
Standing on yo block
I'm like a scarecrow, nailed to the crops
Better breathe, you're life is on the clock
Bullet cases everywhere
When I let off 500 Shots!

Fear you? Psst
Tell me do you bleed?
If you think that you're intimidating
Life ain't what it seems
Two guns on my back, one AR-15
If this pistol gets to clappin
Kidneys shot up
Like some poppy seeds

I wanna thank you fools for doubting me
If you choose to run up on me
I won't need to cop a plea
I'd give a bitch 200k to leave her nigga be
Grab that bitch right by her neck
I fuck her, she'll forget you please
I don't leave the house without my fuckin beam
Toting shottys like I'm from the south
A double barrel fiend
Whenever yellow tape is on the fuckin scene
And bunch of bodies laying like white people getting tans for free



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