[Intro: Karm The Tool]
(If I was a gun)
Chopper hit you in the chest, four tearing through your flesh (Bitch)
Two hit you in the neck, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh
I don’t care if he was dead, had to see if he was next (Flesh)
Lord forgive me for the next dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

[Verse 1: Ezekiel]
Bitch I’m bouta’ reload, I can't fall down
So make it unfold, but, fuck it, I'm damned
We came for your throat, we're aiming for your legs
We're aiming with the rest, we're friends of [?]
How you like me now? You thought that I was dead
Your graves had overseers, but baby I might defend them tight
Fuck you talking 'bout? You got fear with the dead
Straight to the head, then maybe should've said

[Verse 2: Yung Skayda]
I just wanna party your rise paradise
I really hit the line and you ask what I'm taking
If you're scared to drown in the deep then you're not scared of going too deep in
Love, sex, drugs, paradise is the dead kind of life that you picked up on the weekend
I don't mean to sound like I’m wild
I'm so excited, I hear your heart beating

[Verse 3: Karm The Tool & Ezekiel]
I think they're up to something
I feel the pressure coming
I think the answers up and go, go, go, go
I think I’m dead or something
I feel my head a-rushing
I can’t get up but we just go, go, go, go
Pow-pow-pow, go, go, go
You're the shit, I'm a [?]
Tie that [?] hands up
[?] the floor
[?]
[?] ammo
We get— We get masked up
We get masked up
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