Back at it again like chapter two
Pennywise, we after you !
None is on my level, sh#t y all lacking doom
And ain’t none that y all can do
b#tch we on yo #ss like chanclas
We on that pull up pull up and dump off
Leave no one alive y all droppin too
When I hit three just like, like numbers
Hop in it, let us show you just how we did
And its never gon’ stop, ’til pop !
We droppin’ hits, always thinkin’ and writin’ sh#t
No dababy but got to cop some bop in it
Way we be controllin pace and changin’ the weather I bet we can drive you sick
Why is you thinkin you makin that stank face, you smellin’ it b#tch thats ‘cus I’m the sh#t
[Bridge] :
Mind’s, glock
Bullets, stocked
All been, lockеd
Let it, okay yuh
Mind’s, glock
Bullets, stocked
All been, lockеd
Let it, rot !
[Verse 2] :
f#ck that
Demons pull up quick they be radin’ with it…
That stick that sh#t gon’ pop heads
Automatic with that pistol
No tesla test us b#tch
Resurrected came alive from within
Bangin’ on my chest as loud as it gets
‘Til, I run out of breath’ til I’m dyin’ again
I’m not resting if they don’t turn drop tops
We makin’ ’em it hit that hopscotch
Don’t play with jet
I warned y all, my writings be givin’ ’em lockjaw
How I’m bodying
How I’m drippin’ in blood you know I been killin’
Shooting them shots f#ck it now we drillin’
Givin’ no f#cks thats how I been living
Pull up step up I show em right to their ending then I’m, gone…
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