歌词

My daddy said "Drown 'em"

I'm coming in for yours
Got them killers and they knocking at your door
Sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused, motherfucker? This is war
Yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga

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As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin
The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend
Real Crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my strap, that's my peace offering
Yo, yo, yo, yeah, uh, yeah, ooh
Five shots get rung out, five bodies fallin'
Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment
Deadline my clothing, don't fuck with B. Dauphin
Strap on his hairline, his forehead get softened
Send extras through his chest bone, shit, he don't need that coffin
Most niggas would've ran away, but me, I'm out here walkin'
Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome
Nah, I ain't on no cocaine, fuck rhyming, I'm cocaine
Niggas rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming I'm hearing
Doing drug deals, I ain't steering white, funerals, I ain't tearing
Fuck your bitch in front of your children
See your whip, side of my building
Yeah, put my dick and nuts in her mouth, puss in her hair
I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear
Bitch, I'm everywhere, ain't over there, you niggas hair
Let off a pair, yeah, yeah

I'm coming in for yours
Got them killers and they knocking at your door
Sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused, motherfucker? This is war
Yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga

House full of killers, sold crack for zeros
Fuck my hero, you ain't Figg Side getting Deebo'd
Always asking for the burner like young niggas still freeload
Heart big as my ego, don't fly around my signal
Or I'll rearrange your dental
Crippy my house shoes, Blue Rag Disciples
Murder, I'm liable, you get the Eiffel, aim out the eyeball
I'm getting violent, I got to strike once, won't get to strike twice
You niggas half-price, which means you half-off
I'm going Adolf, I'm smoking bath salts
Two Swisher sticks, burn this, ooh
Knock-knock through the condos, ScHoolboy from the five-deuce
But Hoover Spank 'til you unranked
You can fuck around, get that chin bang
Grew line in the green, nigga, walk the whole mile
Blue belts to my pants down, Chuck Taylors, Cortezes
Hush Puppies, my Glock your fuck buddy
Make money, take money, earn fuck money
Crack money, bail money, heard they got life for me
But how they got life from me when they took that from me?
Since I had my nose runny, I was out past sunny
Had the strap by my tummy, you can go and ask mommy
And grab a body bag, homie, yeah

I'm coming in for yours
Got them killers and they knocking at your door
Sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused, motherfucker? This is war
Yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga

Bust my gun all by myself
Rock a gun all by myself
Pour propane all on myself
Go so hard, might harm myself
Yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga

Yeah, it's Kurupt, young motherfucking Gotti
Still rolling in the 6, I don't fuck with your Bugatti
Come up in this motherfucker looking for a bitch
She probably sucked on my dick and then you kissed her on the lips
The integral, South Central sentinel
Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles stretch
Get roped and choked and rope-a-doped
Extra overdose of the okie doke'll get a nigga smoked
I ain't no joke
Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about
They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out
They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out
Now cock back that ass and pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap
Walk inside, pussy popping, topless popping, all Papadopoulos
Neighborhood rolling sixty balls, Ghettotropolis
Squeezing bitches like octopuses, nigga, show me where the money at
Show me where the kush is
Next time you see me, I'll probably be in the bushes
This is the reasons why I don't be fucking with pussies like you
Me, Tyler, and ScHoolboy Q, we told 'em

I'm coming in for yours
Got them killers and they knocking at your door
Sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused, motherfucker? This is war
Yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga

Writer(s): Ricardo Brown, Tyler Okonma, Quincey Hanley, Paul Salva

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