lirik lagu kapo archive - muhammad's code
(ellis)
[intro]
you know who it is n~gga
k5 want that head n~gga
we be k!llin’ snitches drop yo dimes, we aim for heads n~gga
[verse]
just touched dead body me and bath gon face that bleach
put output in my cup that sh~t f~ck up my speech
i get so high got demons crawlin’ in my dreams
i kicked the cup but fonem got back on that lean
but i can’t sip no more cause that sh~t turned me to a fiend
my bath tryn’ catch body he walk round with blood stains on his jeans
in that box like roddy but we aim for box to up the team
flexing that high point that sh~t gon get yo ass clapped and done like a dummy
i can’t sip no eight of wock that sh~t gon go right through my tummy
gave him a hallow, fonem want something to swallow
gave his ass a perc and folks done turnt’ into a mummy
i’m countin’ this cash but still remember i was bummy
now i’m runnin’ up this bag but b~tches still f~ck with my stomach
arp tryn lift a n~gga up and get him summoned
fingers red from turning blue don’t know if i’m crippin’ or i’m bummin’
almost christmas time you know this .9 gon give him something
don’t waste time on that vest cause when we ride we aim for m~ffin
demon, watch him bleed to death this on my bath boul i ain’t bluffin
we push back the rolls, stuff arp and clutch my duffle
we upgrading guns, .762 drac’ got a muzzle
my fonem worse than me, he won’t even speak, he just up b~tton
you may know how we bleed, i ride with k cause that’s my cousin
and i don’t say sh~t again you heard that frr, and you start stuntin’ (you hear that frrrr)
we stand over sh~t, that screaming gave him nothing (frrr)
this sh~t hot like i baked it in the oven
fully auto on this g it start cuttin’
he on e, wait till fonem get to buggin’ (he on e)
we don’t p~ss on grave stone, b~tch we dug it (b~tch we dug that)
drive the track through the dirt like it’s rugby (rah rah)
i started shankin’ n~ggas out, i got lungy
mama think imma turn to a bad kid i want tattoos on my neck piece (on my neck piece)
we gon kick the sh~t down like it’s jet li
fiends keep hittin’ on my line i’m boutta sell this n~gga fetti
we on a opp block, we boutta spin in a hot car let sh~t off like confetti
we sent a blitz quick, folks got hit in his temple, guess you can say he wasn’t ready
don’t want nothing from none of these n~ggas but i made that wave so give me my credit
(rah rah)
i been waiting on play so they gon send it
fresh as f~ck the way i’m ballin’ in this fendi
bounce out with .556 and .308 gon need a medic
cause that sh~t deadly he need medical attention
the more he try to breathe his lights gon lessen, lessen, lessen
stand up boul, like i tote this pole, and i’m tryn teach a lesson
it took a toll on his brain cause we just aiming at melon
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