​party popper ​ex-tremities (US) (Ft. ​funeral)

[Intro: ex-tremities]
Drop another body in this bitch like it's No Russian, yeah
Blood up in my cup, I do not sip no Robitussin, yeah
If you want it back then [?] and please don't [pop it?], yeah
Please don't [pop it?], yeah

[Chorus: ex-tremities]
[?] I ain't talking 'bout no laboratory
If we slide into your party then we finna leave it gory
Yeah, we finna leave it gory, leave your blood up on the wall
If you need [?] we can find it [?] know who to call
Catch a body at the mall, change his color, watch him fall
Why you even take that Hi-Point out your waist? That shit too small
[?] tall, but it's [?]
You just took a hollow to the chest, I know it hurted
Watch how you all speak, I don't like how that shit was worded
Nah, don't like how you worded, so you better fix it [?]
Smith & Wesson, .357, finna hit you with that hammer
Drop a body, don't gеt caught, I cannot end up in the slammer

[Verse 1: ex-tremities]
Bitch, I'm on my own, yеah, I never need no help from anybody
If I walk up in your party then I'm finna catch a body
Yeah, this 12-gauge buckshot, get [?] with the shotty
Think I took a little too much so my vision getting splotchy
Bitch, I'm on my own, yeah, I never need no help from anybody
If I walk up in your party then I'm finna catch a body
Yeah, this 12-gauge buckshot, get [?] with the shotty
Think I took a little too much so my vision getting splotchy