DUSK TO DAWN UNAVERAGE GANG (Ft. Schizo)

[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
I pull up in the foreign whip
Chop sticks with them hallow tips
Walking out the coffin
UAV came up from nothing bitch
These rappers on some pussy shit
Always talking out they lips
Grippin' on my my Glock
Send a shot through your fucking ribs
Young T.R.I.P. creeping out the fuckin' catacombs
Fuckin' with my gang
I leave yo' ass with a bunch of shattered bones
Send these mothafuckas home with a bullet in they dome
Born straight out the pits
Fuck a bitch, do not hit my phone
I’m a bad mothafucka with an attitude
Quick to trip
I should call that shit a murder mood
Never needed a punk bitch to repost my shit
Got out the fuckin' mud
So, please, hop off my dick
Call me Ghost face the way I’m inside your bitch guts
Underground is oversaturated
Bunch of fakе fucks
Rappers just as real as your bitches makе up
If I said it then I meant it, mothafucka!
What’s up?
UAV live and die by this shit
I’m a dead man walking out the crypt
Blood drippin' from the rocks on my wrist
Devil handed me my Glock
Blow the brains out a bitch!