[Intro]
Blech
747
999
Ayy, ayy
[Verse: Witchouse 40k, KAMAARA]
So he fucking with the gang
Click-clack
Hit 'em in the face
Now hand up in your pocket
On your wallet I'ma take it to the bank
40 feeling gully in the brain
You a pussy
I'ma leave 'em on the block where he stay
From the earth
Coming up the gutter with a gold blade tucked
Caught a body with a curse
I'ma leave 'em in the dirt
Run up with the gang like an army
Put a bullet through your muhfucking shirt
You a dead boy
Clock strikes 12, get killed on the dot
Beam all red, know the blood don't stop
Soap preme socks bеat the hype in y'all
Corporate namе brands got your ass on lock
Witch brought the broom, let it air out the room
Yeah he dead in a poof
Throw his ass in a coupe to a cave in the woods
Evil laughs by the slew
Got the pot for the brew
Turn his ass into stew (Wassup)
Blech
747
999
Ayy, ayy
[Verse: Witchouse 40k, KAMAARA]
So he fucking with the gang
Click-clack
Hit 'em in the face
Now hand up in your pocket
On your wallet I'ma take it to the bank
40 feeling gully in the brain
You a pussy
I'ma leave 'em on the block where he stay
From the earth
Coming up the gutter with a gold blade tucked
Caught a body with a curse
I'ma leave 'em in the dirt
Run up with the gang like an army
Put a bullet through your muhfucking shirt
You a dead boy
Clock strikes 12, get killed on the dot
Beam all red, know the blood don't stop
Soap preme socks bеat the hype in y'all
Corporate namе brands got your ass on lock
Witch brought the broom, let it air out the room
Yeah he dead in a poof
Throw his ass in a coupe to a cave in the woods
Evil laughs by the slew
Got the pot for the brew
Turn his ass into stew (Wassup)
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