Bulletbag Witchouse 40k (Ft. Sinizter)

[Chorus: Witchouse 40k]
Body drop, drop you like a blackhawk
Chopper like a hacksaw, never take your flak off or get shot
Got bullet bags ready for the cash drop, hit me for the pass off
Bitch, I am my own boss no masters
Body drop, drop you like a Blackhawk
Chopper like a hacksaw, never take your flak off or get shot
Got bullet bags ready for the cash drop, hit me for the pass off
Bitch, I am my own boss, no masters

[Verse 1: Witchouse 40k]
Ayy, all black fit, patches of my letterman
.12 be knocking, but you know I never let them in
Pull up, hit 'em wit K, ah
Glock clip in the safe, ah
Glock click at yo' face, ah
Hollow tips in your brain, ah
I am the archangel, archangel, dark angel wings have been ripped
Bullet holes in my chest
I am the stargazing soul snatching witch and I shoot like the pacers I'm always a threat
Bitch I am the prophet, fuck it, I'll load your coffin up with bodies I'ma stock it up, key on my chain I lock it
Got my hand up in your pocket, you hoe, I'ma rip out your bones
Hit a lick on your soul like a ghost

[Verse 2: Sinizter]
Pull up with that llama
Lethal with that choppa
Rest in peace, no drama
Take yo' life, bad karma
Keep 'em away 'cause ain't no body safe
Boy talkin' hot then he finna get sprayed
Bullets be bouncin' and bodies be droppin'
Draco deliverin' death, I'm not stoppin'
Ghost in the shell, I'm an army of one
Crown me the king 'cause I bow down to none
Kakashi they copy, they all are my sons
Cut out their tongues and I drown 'em blood
God and the devil, I'm one in the same
Sinizter-Apex, remember my name
Lead you to death like a moth to the flame
You lookin' timid, I'm takin' your dame
Pull up with the thirty and I get to spraying
Thirty three shots in this Glock, I ain't playing
Flex on the 'Gram like a G, you roleplayin'
Pentagram on me and you get to prayin'
Body drop, fuck the opps
Body drop, fuck the opps
Body drop, fuck the opps
Body drop, fuck the opps