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(Grrrah, grrrah) (Ay, ay ay ay) (Yeah, ay, yeah) (Yeah) (Ay, ay, ay) (Ay, ay, ay) (Ay, ay, ay) (Ay, ay) (And I'm hoppin'-, and I'm hoppin'-) And I'm hoppin' out the grave Catacomb, walking out the coffin No moon, I been stomping out the rain Got a bullet in the brain Pull up out the coffin, no jaw Jigsaw with the mask up on the face I ain't ever gon' play no games though Gold up on the fangs, okay okay Catch a body, make a stain, taking halos I could never leave a trace, okay, okay (Blegh!) Glock .40, bullets spray your body Fiending lately, spiders on me crawling I got opps watching, but they never got me Got a demon with me, I ain't scared of falling (roof) Ridin' round robbin' all the rich (roof) Ridin' round grimy off rip (roof) Ridin' round, I been in the mix (roof) Scythe in my hand, wipe the blood from the blade I could rip out your soul with it Chain on me voodoo, I come for your bones Hellhound Militia, the ghost and the family He testing the gang then we leaving 'em broke Glo-Glock with a scope Skeleton boy, so the girls on my dick with me always on go Who want the smoke with me? Pull up with gang for the throne You want problems, I'm making 'em choke (choke) Hole in my chest where my lung is I cut out my heart and I start to decay I keep that rot on my body, your bitch said she want me A zombie, she give me her brain Walk out the dungeon, I move on your block Keep my hand on your neck, I'm gon' take off your chain I bought a Glock for my mama, my blood stay protected You know I'm gon' put that on gang I put the Glock to your skully I'm cocking it back and your body gon' turn to a range I'm with gorillas and villains, we come from the dirt See the scars, you and me not the same I send a shot at 'em often, I'm never gon' lack I been loading up bodies in graves Came from the cell fully auto, I'm hollow It's still free my brothers from out of the cage, what From the blade, I could rip out your soul Ch- Ch- Chain on me voodoo, I come for your bone- (bo-) Hellhound Militia, the ghost and the family He testing the gang then we leavin' 'em broke Glock with a scope Skeleton boy so the girls on my dick with me always on go Who want the smoke with me? Pull up with gang for the throne You want problems, I'm making 'em choke And I'm hoppin' out the grave Catacomb, walking out the coffin No moon, I been stomping out the rain Got a bullet in the brain Pull up out the coffin, no jaw Jigsaw with the mask up on the face I ain't ever gon' play no games though Gold up on the fangs, okay, okay Catch a body, make a stain, taking halos I could never leave a trace, okay, okay (Blegh!) Glock .40, bullets spray your body Fiending lately, spiders on me crawling I got opps watching, but they never got me Got a demon with me, I ain't scared of falling (roof) Ridin' round robbin' all the rich (roof) Ridin' round grimy off rip (roof) Ridin' round, I been in the mix (roof) Ridin' round, 40 on the wrist (roof) (What, yuh, what, yeah) (What, yuh, what, yeah)
Writer(s): Riley Amend, Taylor Zimmerman, Thirtythreemarrow Thirtythreemarrow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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