
Watchyoursix Witchouse 40k
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[Intro]
Boy, I put a beam on the Glock (What's up)
I'm in the trees like I'm lost (Rrrah)
I throw up B's like I bleed for the cause
Bleed for the team like I bleed for my dogs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Double-HM man we come from the fog
Double-HM man we takin' your broads (Yeah)
Put up 'em inside of a box, I chain and I lock it
And leave 'em to fight all the odds (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1]
Boy, I put a beam on the Glock (What's up)
I'm in the trees like I'm lost (Rrrah)
I throw up B's like I bleed for the cause
Bleed for the team like I bleed for my dogs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Double-HM man, we comе from the fog
Double-HM man, we takin' your broads (Yеah)
Put up 'em inside of a box, I chain and I lock it
And leave 'em to fight all the odds (Yeah), he under rocks
I am two Glocks, fifty on the block (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I be, I be on the drop (Ayy, ayy)
ACOG, knock your top, uh (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck about my conscience, no my coffin isn't big enough (Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Smoke'll leave you coughin', rollin' opposition indica (Yeah, yeah, what's up)
Boy, I put a beam on the Glock (What's up)
I'm in the trees like I'm lost (Rrrah)
I throw up B's like I bleed for the cause
Bleed for the team like I bleed for my dogs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Double-HM man we come from the fog
Double-HM man we takin' your broads (Yeah)
Put up 'em inside of a box, I chain and I lock it
And leave 'em to fight all the odds (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1]
Boy, I put a beam on the Glock (What's up)
I'm in the trees like I'm lost (Rrrah)
I throw up B's like I bleed for the cause
Bleed for the team like I bleed for my dogs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Double-HM man, we comе from the fog
Double-HM man, we takin' your broads (Yеah)
Put up 'em inside of a box, I chain and I lock it
And leave 'em to fight all the odds (Yeah), he under rocks
I am two Glocks, fifty on the block (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I be, I be on the drop (Ayy, ayy)
ACOG, knock your top, uh (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck about my conscience, no my coffin isn't big enough (Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Smoke'll leave you coughin', rollin' opposition indica (Yeah, yeah, what's up)
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