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horror story - black fortune lyrics

[intro]
hey, kids (yeah)
how you feelin’? (yeah)
you feel alright? (yeah)

[verse 1: black fortune]
i was trappin’ out a daycare, sellin’ zaza out a diaper
took my draco out my scottish kilt, i feel like roddy piper
straight drop got my whole mouth numbin’ up like i got gingivitis
b*tch, i call my gun corona, bullets sprayin’ like a virus
i’ma catch an opp, then spit on them and leave ’em where i found ’em
detectives found my dna from stickin’ swabs in my salivia
my b*tch caught an uti from stuffin’ crack in her v*g*n*
them bullets turn his body blue like marty from the big fat liar
uh, why do fools fall in love? i feel like frankie lymon
i know all my bloods f*cked up like they got hepatitis
shoot that bl!cky, my wrist gettin’ stiffy, i got arthritis
pop up on ’em with my mask on, i feel like michael myers

[verse 2: big flock & 3ohblack]
all my opps havin’ nightmarеs, i think i’m freddie kruegеr
arp’ll make a n*gga lift when i hop out that uber
i was [?][0:48] one day and i robbed a n*gga for a qt
seen him the next week and then i dapped him up like i ain’t do it
uh, beef with flock, is you stupid? uh
i’m the mack, frank lucas
the feds, they had me in the box like a rubiks
callin’ my shooter up, n*gga, he shoot sh*t
pull up with fortune, keep talkin’ this ossh sh*t
i’m ’bout to take me a flight to the max
sippin’ on jaguar, this ain’t act’
smokin’ on rapper, i’m high as a jetpack
swerve got caught for a body, ain’t tell that
lookin’ for edd cards, where the mail at?
i wan’ press a n*gga, i inhale that, uh
[?][1:11] where the scale at?
bruh innocent, where the f*ck is his bail at?
new ten milli’, the f*ck is the sh*lls at?
it’s 3 p.m., where the f*ck is the sales at?
uh, might do a hit in a h*llcat (3oh)
[verse 3: 3ohblack & moneymarr]
brody feel like mike, i feel like jason in this b*tch
cut a n*gga head off like i’m haitian in this b*tch
land at lax, i told my plug to get me that bentley coupe
drive to long beach, i feel like snoop, let me get some gin and juice
psych, don’t drink no gin, drinkin’ tequila, golden jaguars
two hundred on the dash, i whip that b*tch like it’s a nascar
surrounded by some stars, turned a n*gga to a ghost
i wet your block up, hydroplane, and watch the bentley float
i bagged a b*tch at papa johns, she said the pizza hittin’
i’m out this b*tch with scammers, brody said the pieces hittin’
i’m one of southside’s finest, made a million dollars rhymin’ (moneymarr)
paid twenty for my 3oh piece, your b*tch kissin’ my diamonds (uh, let’s go)

[verse 4: moneymarr]
i’m so rich, feel like i was born in dubai
young ceo, who the f*ck i’ma sign?
i feel like dababy, i fill ’em with vibes
i don’t even try, your b*tch on my line
i look to the left, she bendin’ it over
i look to the right, got her friend on my shoulder
that fifth gon’ hit like a big*ass boulder
sh*t ain’t changed, just got a lil’ older
jump out, slide, we gotta go
i’m in la, need sticks for the low
vvs diamonds, she got glow
tired of these young n*ggas stealin’ my flow
scatpack tires on the whip gon’ burn
got stuck in these streets, i had to learn
ain’t f*ckin’ with thot hoes, that sh*t germ
i’m sendin’ a hit on a n*gga like worm
slide, slide, slide, slide
ain’t f*ckin’ with gang, you ain’t ’bout to slide
me and 3oh got a drop on they ride
flock gon’ hang out the whip, i’ma drive
[verse 5: goonew]
b*tch, i’m goonew, b*tch, i’m ready to k!ll somethin’
i’m in my jam, and i’m poppin’ the pills, bruh
catch me a vic’, go and hit me a l!ck
give me that lip, give me that knee
i got b*tches, yeah, way overseas
i got a hundred rounds on the seat
i got a bad b*tch from the d
i’m in the s, r, and a t, uh
n*ggas don’t really want bro, uh
put his lil’ ass in the trunk
ran out of sh*ts, got hit with a pump
micro draco, b*tch go dumb
look in my pocket, b*tch, it’s a lump
c*rs*at gang, n*gga my son
don’t play no games, 21 skunk
it’s down, set, your b*tch wanna hut
uh, it’s too cold, b*tch, it’s ice on us
come get your b*tch, she tryna f*ck
i pull out bands, she stuck on stuff
got too many racks, but that sh*t ain’t enough

- black fortune lyrics

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