One thousand years ago, superstition and the sword ruled
It was a time of darkness, it was a world of fear
It was the age of gargoyles
Ten shots when i pull up to the party
Two cups and i’m moving like a zombie
Back shots, shawty looking like a barbie
No f#cks when you tell me you don’t like me
I’m the ace keep a spade breaking up apart the hard soil
When we come alive in the dead of night like gargoyles
Gut check, imma push it through her neck
I got evil in my dna and i been chasing death
Done holding back, yuh, all these pillies got me smacked
I been checked out for weeks and i don’t think i’m coming back
All my tecs are bi you see them strapped and cocked on both sides
b#tch we in the cut we bubble up just like peroxide
Why you talking slick i’ll hit a lick and leave you tongue tied
b#tch get on yo knees and put yo teeth up on the curbside
Stupid m#th*rf#ck*r gonna die today
Like oh wait, why you running from the sh#t you say
I f#ckin love it when you scream it and they hear it keep it coming
When i break yo f#cking back to the 808
The blood stains
Murder on a beat is where i stay
Bet you want a feature but you know you can’t pay
The fast rain of my lyrics on campaigns
b#tch i f#cking own the game
Keep it steady
I got shooters perched on towers, moab
We dripping wet with fire power, you not ready
This ain’t no late night show hoe, bodah revy
And you know we bout to blow like lets go
Who the f#ck is that?
p#ss# m#th*rf#ck*r when i pull sh#t back
Got a 556 to the 5/16
Better pick one b#tch like woe is me
I make her wet, b#tch i’m blown veins
Cop another b#tch like f#ck you say?
Been about that never doubt that
Imma drown that b#tch yup i’m throwing shade
f#ckin dirty b#tch dirty b#tch f#ck her like a centaur
Crack up on my lip i dick her down i keep a razor
Nada b#tch got it b#tch i pass it to the grave
If you keep on ducking out i might just put you in your place
I got bags i got dope
I got xans i got smoke
I got dirty b#tches calling out my name i let ’em choke
I get money you get broke
I get sticks i keep it low
f#ck i look like i been running sh#t its probably ’cause i do
I got bags i got dope
I got xans i got smoke
I got dirty b#tches calling out my name i let ’em choke
I get money you get broke
I get sticks i keep it low
f#ck i look like i been running sh#t its probably ’cause i do
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