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loat! x afterdeath - wedemkilla$
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
AFTERDEATH
AFTERDEATH
Vocals
LOAT!
LOAT!
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
AFTERDEATH
AFTERDEATH
Songwriter
LOAT!
LOAT!
Songwriter
Sutton Kelley
Sutton Kelley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sutton Kelley
Sutton Kelley
Mixing Engineer
KILLHEEN
KILLHEEN
Producer
Rollie
Rollie
Producer

Lyrics

I murder beats, no pacifist Aiming at your dome, no accident I be getting digits like an abacus If he want the smoke, put his ass in the cabinet Super villain type shit, I'm the antagonist (Yeah, yeah, aye, aye) Riding downtown with the stick on me I keep it real, lowkey flex on your dead homies (blap, blap) Choppa eat him up like bologna Give that boy a tag like a military ceremony I murder beats, no pacifist (aye, aye) Aiming at your dome, no accident I be getting digits like an abacus If he want the smoke, put his ass in the cabinet Super villain type shit, I'm the antagonist Switching up my flow like my bitches No questions asked I be making moves No strategist with my wreckless ass Two twin thots wanna suck me They got different dads (aye, aye) Loading up the magazine Money moving pretty fast I be getting bands, no rubber If he wanna talk on me, put his mother in the gutter That's the truth bitch Shawty know she talk, she can stutter Don't you hit my fucking phone if you a hoe I got this choppa aimed at you, bitch Chain, swangin' Head, bangin' And if the fucker want beef I let the choppa spray him I bring his ass to the morgue That's where I'mma lay him I'm diggin' him up at the grave And takin' a picture to see him decaying We got the choppas We got the sticks Run up on me, bet I won't miss Don't like the sight of blood But it's okay if it's coming from you And end up on my fists Boy we bring destruction Better watchin for who you trustin' Got the killer in my veins You talk that shit I get to bussin' Motherfucker said he didn't mean it I call that some fuck shit Leave you dead by 3 A.M And leave your little friends runnin' huh (It is what it is. It is what it is.) Riding downtown with the stick on me I keep it real, lowkey flex on your dead homies Choppa eat him up like bologna Give that boy a tag like a military ceremony I murder beats, no pacifist Aiming at your dome, no accident I be getting digits like an abacus If he want the smoke, put his ass in the cabinet Super villain type shit, I'm the antagonist Riding downtown with the stick on me I keep it real, lowkey flex on your dead homies Choppa eat him up like bologna Give that boy a tag like a military ceremony I murder beats, no pacifist Aiming at your dome, no accident I be getting digits like an abacus If he want the smoke, put his ass in the cabinet Super villain type shit, I'm the antagonist I murder beats, no pacifist Aiming at your dome, no accident I be getting digits like an abacus If he want the smoke, put his ass in the cabinet Super villain type shit, I'm the antagonist
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