Music Video

AGORA
Watch {trackName} music video by {artistName}

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YUNG DORI
YUNG DORI
Performer
$UICIDEBOY$
$UICIDEBOY$
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
YUNG DORI
YUNG DORI
Songwriter
ELIJA RAMOS
ELIJA RAMOS
Composer

Lyrics

I be that schizo' motherfucker Walking with a shovel Keep the bodies covered Lurking with my brothers Killers by the hundred Bleed out my fucking eyes $carecrow the glorified Fuckboys get mortified Bitches get traumatized Can't you see in my eyes? My heart's been paralyzed Never apologize God's been disqualified Demons have colonized My soul's been compromised 59 homicides 59 mommas cry Just got a motherfucking hand full of cash, ho Spend it all already on a handful of hash, ho Hope the weed will last, yo Half an O' already smoked Turning ghost, I'm burning O's Chokin' and coughin', I do this shit often Enough of the talkin' and pull out the weapon We'll see how it goes Bitch get to steppin', she sinkin' in snow She bend the knee and now her whole throat feeling closed $now leopard seekin' clothes Throwing bones, these clothes ain't glowing, bitch, they need to keep you froze Nigga, it's me and my people (people) When my hitters that's a free throw (free throw) It's the Crackhead, rolling up napkins Have to talk all my shit, I'm a beast though (beast though) Started off tucking them pounds, they tucking the rounds I'm not with the fucking around (fuckin' around) Pull out the chopper If you start walking with them, I'ma start cutting shit down I'ma re-up in a couple of weeks and be rich with the squad like a couple of G's Fuck with my niggas we coming for keeps Had to pull out the fader, they fucked up the streets (fucked up the streets) I ain't the nigga who stuck on the streets If you ready to die, don't say nothin' to me (nothin' to me) I'ma bust out the track and then bust out the trap I just put in that work for a fuck-load of green (fuck-load of green) Gas in the bag, never stuck on no E I'm just living out life, feeling good as can be If you see what I saw, and you lived 'round my parts You'd be starving like Marvin or bustin', the heat (bustin' the heat) I'm just that nigga, you couldn't compete Got that grass in the bag like it's wood in the tree If you asking for action then we'll let you have it You niggas afraid and you wouldn't want beef How 'bout your bae when I wooded her deep Has your bitch on her knees yelling "Put it on me" Made her pack up her bags and said, "Get the fuck out" 'Cause her ass hella fat when she put on them jeans I don't want static, and you don't want heat Pull the burner out that bag and it's hooked to your bean Hood on the head, and I'm 'bout to run up on this nigga who dead just for looking at me I be so nutty, my wrist be so floody My ice it be drippin', just fucked up the scene Sipping on Sprite like that stuff is for cheap And my tummy is numb that's a cup of some lean (cup of some lean) I be just chilling with me and my villains You snitchin', you rats, give a fuck 'bout some cheese I'm ready to harvest, the hardest and me I'm just cooling it down like a cup of some tea (cup of some tea) And I'm out Say I never make money, say I never go (go) Wanna make money, always fucking bitches at the show (shows) You a fake now Sipping lean with Drake now (Drake) Hidden fucking corpses in the motherfucking base now Man, I'm bossing all you bitches, keepin' all of you opps livid All I wish is for three bitches that can give me all their digits, whoa Sipping lean in the cup with the bitches looking rough Looking tough to the bitches that looking for all the drugs Now it's different decision, I put my dick in the center And if you listen to Jynn, my niggas wishing you with it It's like a simple predicament if you with it, we finish it If you dip in the middle, we put a brick to your head and then You a rodent, you been a rat in the mist of it all Even folding, you benefit get the rest to get caught If you told them you with it, then get the business and ball Get the business and ball Like, damn, how the fuck do you do that? You just another motherfucker in a durag And you can tell me I'm a hustler from New Jack 'Cause you get shot up in the gut, I thought you knew that, nigga I'ma prove that If you two-step, brother, we can do that Get the crew bang nigga, where the roots at? Like where the tools at Hit 'em with pool sticks like I'm gonna move back Crackhead
Writer(s): Elija Ramos, Yung Dori Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out