Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Green
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ima let the door
Kick back on your bitch ass
Hatin wit the chit chat
Ima split your wig back
The way im swangin
Make you mothafuckas sit back
Im in the shadows
Creepin all up in that pitch black
Ima let the door
Kick back on your bitch ass
Hatin wit the chit chat
Ima split your wig back
The way im swangin
Make you mothafuckas sit back
Im in the shadows
Creepin all up in that pitch black
Hands in the air
Cuz im boutta bust a round or two
The reaper said he comin thru
Collecting souls as revenue
Kickin down ya door
Im about to break a lock or two
Pickin up the glock
Red dot
Bout to pop bitches
Never stop
Keep it cocked
Let the devils ride
Where the rebels hide
Its a homicide you terrified
Call it halloween
The way im lurking on the scene
The featured picture screening horror
Murder everybodys team
Word
My vision blurred
Gettin served
All a deep concern
Im icey but drippin lava
So call it freezer burn
Ashes from molten bodies
Take up the demons urn
Quiet inside the presence
You on the reapers terms
Ima let the door
Kick back on your bitch ass
Hatin wit the chit chat
Ima split your wig back
The way im swangin
Make you mothafuckas sit back
Im in the shadows
Creepin all up in that pitch black
Ima let the door
Kick back on your bitch ass
Hatin wit the chit chat
Ima split your wig back
The way im swangin
Make you mothafuckas sit back
Im in the shadows
Creepin all up in that pitch black
Written by: Bryson Green