[chorus
Run up, stunt up, gun up, one of
The devil’s son, rebels run
Now, what you talking about
Still, run up in yo house
Feel, like a different hound
Sealed away all in my tomb
[verse
Feel the blade carving your womb
Flesh is f#cking tearing when i enter in your room
Cause a lot of ruckus, that’ll make ya pops shoot
To late, dead daughter in the grave, got that loot
Every outbreak that i face, i let it play
f#ck a clout chasing lil b#tch, got that head on plate
Unholy sins counting up, on the naughty list
Shawty dont f#ck with saint nick, aye six
Why you always do this to yourself?
Declining any chance for help, aye
Hide away my thoughts on top shelf, ayе
Lips sealed tighter thеn my belt, yuh
f#ck around and beat a couple logs with the bat
Take that, im fueming out the brain, staying mad
Layed back, in the mud, ground gapes for a gasp
The grasp it took of my soul, was so fast, when they-
[bridge
The grasp it took of my soul, was so fast, when they-
[chorus
Run up, stunt up, gun up, one of
The devil’s son, rebels run
Now, what you talking about
Still, run up in yo house
Feel, like a different hound
Sealed away all in my tomb
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