Smoke Opps Not Cigs

Fuck your forgiveness I just want to feast on every fucking soul Cannot feel a fucking thing Cuz I've been numb right to the core Fuck that shit Fuck that shit Fuck that shit Fuck that shit What the fuck he smoking on Dyll with a little cig Ask him what is in it You prolly will not forget Dyll what the fuck is that I didn't know you were lit I'm tokin in the opps And when you walking Better watch your fuckin step Mother fuckin think they tuff Until they wash up fuckin dead No you don't wanna be that fucker Behind yellow tape Got another homi Just another fuckin day Put hole in that bitch I put a hole in that bitch I put a hole in that bitch I put a hole in that bitch I put a hole in that bitch I put a hole in that bitch I put a hole in that bitch Put a hollow in his head like, no face Take out your tongue just to take out your taste Dyll is homicidal, Imma leave imma no trace Feed on the body cause wav do not waste Fidgetty fidgeting with my brand new piece It it be what it be my opps all tweak Fuck around hit em and imma make him leak Do what you do with a year in a week With kill and we boutta kill uh uh What's yo Dyll lemme ask Dyll huh You pop pills I pay bills That's cause you buy thrills I make bills duh Money over anything I mean anything Money money money What is so funny Clip that nigga body leave his ass in his tummy How What it do bitch Move bitch Getting in my way Are you stupid Ruthless Eat that nigga face Leave him toothless Mucus all over his face He is useless boofless Close him like this case Cannot, see me I know you that you niggas wanna be me All of you all the same thing I don't like the waiting I have not been sleeping brain and body aching I have been debating Running up and amputating any fuck nigga Holo wit a mag my finga on my trigga Got tendency to wanna end a nigga for I mend a nigga Usually the bigger person but you really bigga nigga Uh god damn That bitch is big as a god damn house You wear a blanket can't fit in a blouse You would take a bite if it a damn mouse Shut yo mouth it done stink Steal yo couch and yo sink When you drown you gon sink Yo head roll ain't no rink Twinkie binkie chubby boob having Run up and this tool clapping Dora with this map lapping Niggas that been track slacking Pranav and Dyll know how to kill Heater cook a nigga dead leave him on a grill Holo out the knees if you can't stay still Been a fuckin g slaughter tracks on the real