[Pre-Verse: Sample]
Pop-pop till ya drop, body full of bullet holes
Where the hollow point shells land, man nobody knows
[Verse 1: Prompto]
Yea, aye-yeah
Okay, slay stay back away
Kickin' in shit you can catch this blade
Face made extra glaze
Take a step back or decease your stay
Hate on me, just hate on me
Not really, I’m just made to be
An enemy that tends to be
On top of every single fuckin thing
But you wanna talk shit to my face, I just want you outta my sight (Outta my sight)
Bet you're gonna regret all the big talk, big dog with no bite (With no bite)
Playing games like your jigsaw, ripoff I'ma change your life (Change your life)
The difference between me and you is day and night
Day and night, yeah
Day and night, yeah
Day and night (yeah)
Day and night, okay
Day and night, yeah-yeah
Day and night (yeah)
Day and night (Aye)
Day and night, yeah
[Verse 2: ?]
Talkin' with no body (Aye)
Walkin' with the shotty
You tha top, we do you sloppy
Chopper$ Talk, Mr. Miyagi (Aye)
.223s, they peel your face (Yuh)
I need bandz like the stage (Yuh)
I be numb, feel no ways (Yuh)
From the cradle to the grave, aye
Talkin' with no body (Aye)
Walkin' with the shotty
You tha top, we do you sloppy
Chopper$ Talk, Mr. Miyagi (Aye)
.223s, they peel your face (Yuh)
I need bandz like the stage (Yuh)
I be numb, feel no ways (Yuh)
From the cradle to the grave, aye
[Pre-Verse: Sample]
Pop-pop till ya drop, body full of bullet holes
Where the hollow point shells land, man nobody knows
Pop-pop till ya drop, body full of bullet holes
Where the hollow point shells land, man nobody knows
[Verse 3: Sixthells]
Sixthells
See, I'm crawling out the grave, aye
Bad bitch give me face, aye
Hunting for your head
Boy I'll let you live so you feel the pain, aye
Feelin cold outside when your time is ticking
Smell the blood
Outshine
All you bitches tripping
I'm addicted to everything, that's all
You're just a fuckin kid from Montreal
Urban jungle tryna take your life
Hysteric crack rocks and pipes
You never know when we're gon pull up
Just look at my face, see I don't look right
[Verse 4: Eric Kxng]
Huh
Kxng still spittin' like a motherfuckin corpse
Fuck with a nigga, get the beats like CXRPSE
You know a nigga keep a magazine like Source
Still finding ways to get you bucked like H-O-R-S-E
Yuh, and I heard that goofy 69 singing till he hoarse
Still dreamin of speedin in that ghini or the Porsche
Triple 6's like the Mafia, Ouija, yes the board (Six, six, six)
Ain't no one stopping ya 'cept the City to the Morgue (Six, six, six)
I put 40K (Aye) on the head of 40k (Bitch)
With a Glock 40, clutch like Horry so Unholy with the tre, whu
Aye
[Outro: Eric Kxng]
Body bags
More body bags please