Standalone Complex//Coffin Nails

Hella ammo

Take that gamble if you wanna test your luck

My casino full of evil

Bitch, my currency your blood

I'm not coming to your function

I don't wanna have no fun

All I need, my guns and weed

My demon chick to roll it up

Show no pain upon my face

Got potent anger in my blood

Smoking coffin nails and coughing

Copped my AR, keep it tucked

I don't link with pussy niggas

I'm not feenin for no love

Yea, my complex standalone

And my four fifth is filled with slugs

Squeeze the vessel, make his neck pop

Pistol clickin like a desktop

Make a mess, I know I best not

But the Tec connected like a leg drop

Grip the pistol, its a Gen 5

Matter of fact, this hoe a Gen 4

It don't matter what the gen like

All it matter that it make his brain blow

All it matter that it take his limbs apart

I reconnect em like they puzzle pieces

Not a battle rapper, I don't battle rappers

Chop him up and rip his lungs to pieces

Simple sickly dose of cyanide

Come on baby, you can meet the reaper

Seven bullets, how am I alive?

Reverends know me as an evil creature

Life goes, I don't need ya

Chopped heads in the freezer

Fresh hearts in the floorboards

First flight to Ibiza

Raw flesh in my carryon

You don't want it, better leave

Got rich off them scary songs

All alone fuck a feature

All alone fuck a feature

All alone fuck a feature

Fresh hearts in the floorboards

First flight to Ibiza

Hella ammo

Take that gamble if you wanna test your luck

My casino full of evil

Bitch, my currency your blood

I'm not coming to your function

I don't wanna have no fun

All I need, my guns and weed

My demon chick to roll it up