GANG CYPHER *FREESTYLE* XXXTENTACION (Ft. Au Flexgod, Nyora Spouse, Ski Mask the Slump God & Sully the Chief God)

[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Rest in peace
I'm 'bout to body a nigga
Illuminati a nigga
Uh, what
Okay

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
I'm fuckin' icy, where my cool pack?
Give me a Kool-Aid, and 'bout eight racks
I could body any nigga on a eight-track
Maybe 'bout eight-mile, fuck your style, nigga
I'ma be wildin', I'ma be stylin'
'Til a motherfucker die in a ground, eight feet under
Swear to God, I'll be hot as thunder
Motherfucker, I'm the shit, triple six
Fuck a bitch, I'm the shit, never that
Never rat, body bag, rag, hmm, that
Bag, hmm, haha, back again
Get a brown bag for my niggas in a brown Jag, fuck that
Lu- Lucifer
Where the Ruger that'll blow right through you?
Swear to God, I'm the shit, triple six, fuck your bitch
Black Benz in the pen, fuck your paper, elevator
Tell the waiter, I'll be elevated
Motherfucker so high that I can touch the sky
I'm in outer space and my house be vacant
I'll be trappin' so the homies can make it
And I do it so the homies keep takin'
'Cause the streets ain't nothing easy, be on your grinder
Poked him in his eye and I gave that boy a shiner
But it's simple, the nigga say you know it all, pop an Adderall
Chilling, 'til I'm dead, nigga
Fuck your head nigga
Youngblood, triple six