Letras
Okay you a bastards spilt cum (huh)
Fatherless, bottemless palms in a pill bottle
Want something to bomb
I raise hell full throttle
I don't be writing my songs, I black out
All my niggas back out from the dirt
One word, cost your life
Was it worth it
Print press, blood stain, both on a shirt
Dust up, run up, one up, done
Cut up, fucker, what up son
Bitch made, like you got castrated
I done went up baby tell me how my ass tastes (uh)
Big veins I been training all day
Knock your ass out
Tell me Annie are you okay
They put tape down
Rollin loud, all up through the towns
I got my face out, running routes
Wonder what you bout
Hide the spouse, I feed knives to children
Diligent villain, my conquest requires a bomb vest
And whatever the psalm says it what you will do
I got Lazarus on the 1's and 2's
And I got mad bitches ass quaking rooms
So you dont wanna test up it'll be your doom
Alright can't pass, hold my breath I move in silence
Outside and the moon is high
Can't stop now, every step I take is violence
Violent till the day I die
Okay you a bastards spilt cum (huh)
Fatherless, bottemless palms in a pill bottle
Want something to bomb
I raise hell full throttle
I don't be writing my songs, I black out
All my niggas back out from the dirt
One word, cost your life
Was it worth it
Print press, blood stain, both on a shirt
Dust up, run up, one up, done
Cut up, fucker, what up son