​lights out ​weaponries (Ft. hauntingclaire)

[Verse 1: weaponries]
Me and w6lker in the cut and we stackin' hella dough
No nigga, you can't get in, we don't know you
You cannot step foot inside of the trap, we can't show you
'Cause nigga, we be cookin' in the lab
I drop a hundred racks, niggas know I make it back
If that nigga try to run away, shoot 'em in the back
I don't fuck with lame niggas, if you back then I cannot kick it with you
Shooters run down on that nigga's block, they finna get him
Gas all up in my lungs, nigga I can't even fuckin' breathe
And I'm off that perc 30, nigga, I can't even speak
And my skin, it be peelin' you would think I'm doin' speed
And my skin, it be peelin' you would think I'm doin' speed
And my skin, it be peelin' you would think I'm doin' speed
Nigga said he need a feature, told that nigga, "It's not for the free"
Baby, I know that you drunk, please don't throw up on my white tee
Niggas dissin' on the net, told that nigga we can fight
Hit a nigga with a left jab, hit 'em with the right
Niggas put you on the ground, had you thinkin' it was night

[Verse 2: hauntingclaire]
And my heart in the rain so it's frozen
I been praying to escape, I been hopin'
Break in a nigga home like a Trojan
Execute that pussy nigga, he been gloatin'
If you really suicidal, you could say so
You always talkin' on the net and think I don't know
I call up Ken and get 'em dealt with pronto
Throw his body across the field like a bronco
No, I can't really feel a thing now
Impale that bitch, I'ma rip all her guts out
Ah, wanna talk on my name now?
You gon' sleep for a long time, lights out
No, I can't really feel a thing now
Impale that bitch, I'ma rip all her guts out
Ah, wanna talk on my name now?
You gon' sleep for a long time, lights out