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(Blegh) (Eghh) (40k) (Body produced it) (Ayy, ok, ayy) (Ayy ayy yuh) 40k, rope on my neck like a gallow A nephilim, demigod, gold like a pharaoh Little scarecrow with a heart full of arrows I'm sipping on souls like I'm sipping on k-roll Never shoot back at me, catching a casualty I'm in the Hilton with guns acting naturally Like '83 where I'm shooting at faculty Failed all my classes they tried to get back at me ayy Smoking on blasphemy Never be rationing Kickflip that shit I got the MAC on me Bullethole cavities packing a pack on me, uh Lil shawty ass on me I'm gonna smack it Got 40k baggotts all over my paddock Witch of the West I'ma hit like a racket Lil bitch I pull up and I hit you with hatchets Talk shit, talk shit, talk shit, talk shit Talk shit, talk shit, talk shit, talk shit Talk shit, talk shit, talk shit, talk shit Talk shit, talk shit, talk shit get hit bitch Chop 'em like bud and leave 'em messy This pack on my body a witch always ready Full metal jacket my hoodie be heavy And Tommy go with me (ayy) I'm calling up - Knuckle up Make a function jump Pull up with a pole at his chin like an uppercut Next breaking bodies so taking no regrets lately It's a full moon eat your bitch out for lunch I'm with the gang and you know that it's us Blunts in the air, ground is covered with guts Bullets don't miss when we loading up slugs And it's Russian roulette when you fucking with us Little bitch, yuh