Bloody 98 (feat. Ghostemane)

(You did good, $lick) (It's a Smash!) Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South- Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas- Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South- Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas- Players never die Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South- Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas- Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South- Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas- Killer with that AK, get this motherfucker bussin' Tell a hoe to get the fuck if she ain't here to suck it Creepin' on a come up, I got fam that need some funding I'm ducking from drugging and sipping that tussin and bloating up my stomach I need The D, the O, the P, the E Riding clean, the G, the L, E sixty-three Oowee, see chicken heads, they fiend for me Yung north, S-I-D-E W-E-T, bitch Yeah, motherfucker, it's grey-grey-grey (Northside) Wetto in this bitch, motherfucker (Five Nine) Verse two in the booth with a Glock loaded Off so many meds, am I coming or I'm going? Fuck an interview, mane, I'm too raw to sugar coat it See a dead man walking, next election he'll be voting Pimp on a track, mix dope with the crack I might slide, camo mask, turn your hood to Iraq Bury suckers, fuck a groupie, that's the truth, I feel like Gucci I got 99 problems and not one that you gon' shoot me Nah, nah, nah, that ain't it That ain't it, get him Fuck, fuck, fuck We got Anna, motherfucker? Let me know or keep your mouth shut Slicky make a million every time I give that mouse touch Slicky whip that wrist and make a motherfucking ounce jump Wetto make a bitch play hard to get and get her mouth fucked Sick motherfucker No mind motherfucker That white trash, high taxed, dying motherfucker Tell the world eat my dick, I'm a prick motherfucker Life Hell, tough shit, I'm the bic motherfucker Fully loaded choppa, knew this bitch who lived on Tchoupitoulas Bitch seemed like an opportunist Flocking just to jock my new shit Stopped in Houston, belly looking swollen, better stop abusing wock and chewing fent Yeah, all my teeth are fucking rotten Cruising down your block and you know Blanco lighting blunts of herb Carefully choose your words unless you'd rather bite the fucking curb What's the word? Whatchu fuckin' heard? Blanco smite the herd Fuck your bitch until her spine is curved Blanco spiked your nerves, uh Oh, shit Blanco, Blanco, Blanco Oh, shit Bitches on my dick like a love bug Tryna get the claws up in me like a fucking mud bug Bitch, I'm a smug thug Calling up my young plug Playing all that smoke is gonna make me get my lungs scrubbed I need a breath of fresh air, splash some water on my face Looking back on my mistakes, regretting them is such a waste Keep it pimpin', move it forward like I'm running just to race, yeah Devil right behind me like I finished first place, uh Wow Oh, my god Welcome back All of these haters keep pushing thinking that be me All of my steeze Spreading my wings, but I ain't taking anyone under them Why can't I just glide in peace? Using these drugs to release Fucking these bitches for free Flirting with death, I keep promising things When's he gonna know that I'm a tease and I'm just tryna get a lil' sleep? Capitalizing the G F to the I to the V to the E N to the I to the N to the E To the F to the O to the R to the L to the I to the F to the E For my gang, I will do anything (anything) For my gang, I will do everything (everything) Creepin' out my motherfuckin' rut Picking up all my guts and the blood I let flood through the gutters I'm ready to make a break out and take out all of the things I gotta put my scope on, now I'm 'boutta put my red dot on and then snipe Every one of them fuckers that wanted to believe the hype I'ma go psycho and then I'll never take another look up in my sights I'm put a green light on my $uicide Let my wrist leak my fluids out Never gonna be another realer than the black mage or the G*59 Any other motherfucker is chillin' in the backstage or a sideline, bitch Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South- Yeah, sliding in my '69 Camaro SS Got my dime in my lap, Glock cocked in her breast Got the 12's in the trunk, turn it up and let it bump Mossberg shotty pump rattle when the bass thump Oh, oh I'ma let it go, go I'm the one ya never wanna turn your back on All of them haters hatin' on me wannabe on what I'm on Oh, y'all want me to fall off? Oh, that's too bad 'cause I won't And I'm gonna be there when every one of your souls gets dragged down to Hell I don't need anymore money, I got too much that I cannot even spend All y'all be thinkin' that y'all love a rapper, but y'all just be following the latest trend I'm gettin' by with the bank Don't got a vibe with a saint I'm gonna paint A pic of the blackest of mages, I'm makin' everybody question their faith G to the H to the O to the S to the T to the E M to the A to the N to the E B to the L to the A to the C to the K To the M to the A-G-E Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South- Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas- Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South- Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas- Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South- Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas- Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South- Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas