Slaughter Yung Las (Ft. Sybyr)

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[Verse: Yung Las]
Take the motherfucker outdoors, guns, no doubt
Fuck the feds, they dead, duct tape on they mouth
Won't leave no trail, 'cause they all bled out
Like a faucet water [?]
Motherfucker outdoors, guns, no doubt
Fuck the feds, they dead, duct tape on they mouth
Won't leave no trail, 'cause they all bled out
Like a faucet water [?]

[Verse: Sybyr]
Keep it low-key, 'til it's time to bring the catapult
No such thing as perfect timing, [?] reason don't exist
They can suck this fuckin' dick for thinking they ain't paying shit
They [?] be having fits when talking 'bout these prices

[Chorus: Yung Las]
Take the motherfucker outdoors, guns, no doubt
Fuck the feds, they dead, duct tape on they mouth
Won't leave no trail, 'cause they all bled out
Like a faucet water [?]
Motherfucker outdoors, guns, no doubt
Fuck the feds, they dead, duct tape on they mouth
Won't leave no trail, 'cause they all bled out
Like a faucet water [?]