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Lyricist: Grave Plott
Lyrics:
What the Hell is going on? Everything is going wrong Too much shit to deal with I'm ready to snap Tired of getting the short end of the stick motherfucker
And I'm back to the drama, yes that karma Double back and slap me without armor Troubled cats and I'm right back torn The lovable act extracting at y'all Give me a reason why this season is ceasing a sin season of grieving I grim greed and the speeds and our fans feeling us Everybody around me downs me, and it astounds me profoundly Whenever they hound me or clown me, tryna keep my mind calm But I keep six soundly around me off in my town and your county But I hit that ground 'cause I found I'm a walking time bomb I feel like a fucking maniac, in public When I flip the zaniac, they loved it, nigga this ain't acting But not for my money nigga this ain't happening When your dream boat sails away, you just sob Get a regular job or start robbing Crazy when losing your lady your heart hardens so I'ma keep it insane with my 30 thousand dollar chain And use it as bait for niggas who hate and wanna resurrect Samhain Out of a sick nigga, with a short end of a stick I'ma stick niggas Cap peela, you don't want me to be that when I snap, nigga
One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tech is at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tech is at at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate
Fuck you I hate you, you fake think you way cool Mistakes you gon' make you gon' pay with your face too AK spray you lay you on pavement and shake you From bullets that break you and take you to angels You know I'm gon get cash, I know that you spit trash Collide with you quick crash, I box with you fist fast I'm not what you think that, I won't get the clips gats I don't hesitate to grab the gun and pop Like Tecca Nina my guns go (chyo) GP comin' through, nigga what you gon do When I come into the room, gun aimin' at you Click boom, you don't wanna see your way to the tomb When I come in with a crew, let's spray with them too Liquid Assassin, I'ma ride for mine Bitch ass nigga, I'ma die for mine I'ma grab the heat and I'ma pop the iron Put two to your chest and one to your mind Ain't nobody getting the best of me I put you through more pain than pregnancy I don't really give a damn, what sex it be Still catch a red beam, when my tech release You don't want me to even cock the clip, bro Like a toilet bowl come and drop a shit load Slide to your pad and I'm creepin' tip-toe Grip, cock back, let the clip go!
One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tech is at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tech is at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate
These boys are sick, these boys are foul Wanna lay face down, just ask me how If you piss me off homie, then it's straight fuckin' over 'Cause my trigger finger's twitchin' and I'm far from sober I ain't gon' stop, it just ain't in me Even if the prison is right where they send me I'll slide right in, hollow tips in my clip Imma let them ride out, unless you give me my shit Stressin' with my Wesson, I'm gon' teach you a lesson When I come through and rob you, consider it a blessing Suck my dick, bitch, 'cause I hate you like a motherfucker At your front door, 'bout to make your mother suffer Phone cords and ropes, pistols and gauges The world wants us dead locked away in them cages We came and we conquered, we got what we wanted Years from now they'll say that your house is haunted
One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tech is at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tech is at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate
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