Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Unaverage Gang
Unaverage Gang
Performer
Beau Holland
Beau Holland
Performer
Angel Cabrera
Angel Cabrera
Performer
Evgenii Nergeim
Evgenii Nergeim
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beau Holland
Beau Holland
Songwriter
Angel Cabrera
Angel Cabrera
Songwriter
Evgenii Nergeim
Evgenii Nergeim
Songwriter

Lyrics

You'll know when I rise to the 6 Grabbin' that knife and I'll cut your bitch I'll put you in a fucken ditch, just listen All that fucken talk is toxic Holdin' all your homies pockets You don't want the beef so homie stop it Don't wanna dig your grave, just drop it Go home, grab your gun and cock it The reaper waiting by your fucken rottin' corpse Blood and flesh has stained the floor But you said you that you wanted war Thought I'd never find out, I'll cut your fucken eyes out Bein a bitch in the back with a call out Doesn't matter what you say 'cause we all gettin' paid You once had clout but it all gone fade now I'm stayin' heartless in the mind just to play All that talk you can't relate just take a walk you can't complain There's a lot I'm leavin' out, a lot of doubt you given out So fuck your feelings, here and now we're sick of dealin' with these clowns Pussy mothafucker wanna talk about our numbers But we know that you the one who be hiding undercovers Bitch boy, better watch your mothafuckin' mouth When I pull up with a stick bouta take a nigga out You lookin' like typical mothafucker that's lookin' for a handout Shit there's bouta be a man down Mama should've told you to never run your mothafuckin' mouth Now she gotta see you laying in a ditch now You don't wanna start no beef with me You trying act hard, bitch boy you sweet You know what they say, that talk is cheap Depressed ass drunk boy trying to reach Watch yo fuckin mouth and your damn tone until we in person Until then keep on suckin' that dick and keep on fuckin lurkin' hoe Mossberg pump to the chest And I don't give a fuck if I'm making a mess Lost in dark while I'm choppin' up bodies I do this shit blindly, the devils impressed Better think twice who you fuck with I can see through you posers you nothing Got your shitty name written on my black list If you wanna step up you gon' find out quick that you ain't shit
Writer(s): Angel Cabrera, Beau Holland, Evgenii Nergeim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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