Yokai 歌詞

For my cold killas, for my soul liftas Body bag fillas, for my go gettas Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa For my cold killas, for my soul liftas Body bag fillas, for my go gettas Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa Maniac, all black Click clack, fall back Take ya bitch, dog that Flip switch, roach trap Dead case, solve that Gun clap, high hat Click clack, absorb that Boy, brrat, boy, brrat Pistol to ya melon quit the yellin imma count to 3 Lowin on the block with my scums all surrounding me Still up in the trap where the hustlers and the addicts be Poppin shit'll get you split, turn into a tragedy Beat you to a pulp, with a sock full of batteries Shotty to ya dome make yo ass defy gravity Fuckin bitches sake sippin nigga had to quit the lean Young scummy money gettin scum gang matayean Ruger spit, pop ya back I came up in the game was really doing it Pop ya black I came up in the game was really shooting it Move the piff, split the spliff release the pits Screaming honey get the kids, screaming homie jump the fence Purge the yay, ball of eight, have em twisting turning ways Purge the yay, ball of eight, flip it double up the pay Okay now chad did acid once and now he be hearing voices I had to link with 69 because the beefing was pointless Was closin curtains in the hearses while y'all boys was wearing purses Servin service swerving in suburbans rims scraping the serpants Put em in a coffin, toss em Smother em, cover em Dirt bed, "dead" white shirt said Muzzle em, put him in a lot nail hammer and bang Till my body break the chains its scum to the gang, (squad) For my cold killas, for my soul liftas Body bad fillas, for my go gettas Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa For my cold killas, for my soul liftas Body bad fillas, for my go gettas Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa