It’s not looking good for us
Sha-Sha-Shadow
Shadow Wizard Money Gang, we-we-we love casting spells!
So Evil Boys!
[Verse 1: Acid Souljah]
I been counting up I'm getting hella bread
That boy dumb as fuck, he act like a knuckle head
I took a xan, I don’t care if it’s blue, green, or red
I just sold 100 xans and it was laced with fent
This bitch said I look like Christ Dillinger
I’m mad confused, how I look like Christ Dillinger?
She want some fancy food I took her to the Taco Bell and KFC combo
You hittin one shots
Bitch, I’m hittin combos
I’ll roll this whole pack up in a fronto
And I’ll smoke it to myself, bitch (Holy shit!)
I don’t care if you think that I’m selfish
I’m on some out here getting to the wealth shit (Sha-sha-shadow)
[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Look at my chain, you can tell that I'm selfish
Did what I did, I ain’t ask for forgiveness
Wake up in the morning, I’m thanking the Based God
Everything I got I owe that to the Based God
Based God was there when I was blacking out
Based God was there when I took that fake perc
I feel like Based God in this tiny shirt
She gotta be based or it ain’t gonna work (Shadow)
Throw up 35 in the back when I’m lighting it up where I want, I'm the terminator
Big ass boots so I stomp a nigga till he stop moving, I’m the timbilator
Get the work from the plug, call the jugg, drop the work at the jugg house
Jugg don’t get the phone, I’mma be waiting outside the jugg house
I felt Based God hand on my shoulder the first time I took a fake pill
Pill guy come through, drop off the percs, get out, we ain’t tryna chill
Trap house look like silent hill (Shadow)
Went to therapy, but I’m violent still
Try to change my ways, I’m fighting still
Sha-Sha-Shadow
Shadow Wizard Money Gang, we-we-we love casting spells!
So Evil Boys!
[Verse 1: Acid Souljah]
I been counting up I'm getting hella bread
That boy dumb as fuck, he act like a knuckle head
I took a xan, I don’t care if it’s blue, green, or red
I just sold 100 xans and it was laced with fent
This bitch said I look like Christ Dillinger
I’m mad confused, how I look like Christ Dillinger?
She want some fancy food I took her to the Taco Bell and KFC combo
You hittin one shots
Bitch, I’m hittin combos
I’ll roll this whole pack up in a fronto
And I’ll smoke it to myself, bitch (Holy shit!)
I don’t care if you think that I’m selfish
I’m on some out here getting to the wealth shit (Sha-sha-shadow)
[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Look at my chain, you can tell that I'm selfish
Did what I did, I ain’t ask for forgiveness
Wake up in the morning, I’m thanking the Based God
Everything I got I owe that to the Based God
Based God was there when I was blacking out
Based God was there when I took that fake perc
I feel like Based God in this tiny shirt
She gotta be based or it ain’t gonna work (Shadow)
Throw up 35 in the back when I’m lighting it up where I want, I'm the terminator
Big ass boots so I stomp a nigga till he stop moving, I’m the timbilator
Get the work from the plug, call the jugg, drop the work at the jugg house
Jugg don’t get the phone, I’mma be waiting outside the jugg house
I felt Based God hand on my shoulder the first time I took a fake pill
Pill guy come through, drop off the percs, get out, we ain’t tryna chill
Trap house look like silent hill (Shadow)
Went to therapy, but I’m violent still
Try to change my ways, I’m fighting still
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