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insanity! - killdavyn lyrics

[intro: k!lldavyn]
aye aye aye aye aye yuh (yeah, yeah, uh huh, go, go, uh huh)
go go go go go go go (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
walk in this b*tch, glock in this b*tch (okay)

[verse 1: k!lldavyn]
aye, my n*ggas they apes like a muf*ckin’ dk
keep me a rula i’m not talkin’ bk
speedin’, i’m racin’ on the f*ckin’ freeway
i’m finna k!ll you, nah n*gga no leeway
yeah b*tch, i’m used to rappin’ my ass off
chop like a rocket so it’s finna blast off
she mr. miyagi, yeah she need to wax off
pull up i beat it and then i’m gon’ dash off

[verse 2: skyte]
yeah, i’m out, dash on a b*tch
ben baller, put some cash on the fit
got money spend a bag on my wrist
said yo hoe too bad make her gag on the d*ck
ten more opps, put a mag on the stick
no i ain’t missin’, i put a scope on the smithin’
i swear to god that when i shoot it imma spazz with a bl!ck
bullets hit your door and imma laugh when they hit
uh, yuh yuh
broke boys need to do better, i’m shootin’ whoever
i mix the bread that i make with the blue cheddar
i k!ll yo mom and masked up in a new sweater
yuh, okay
i was down bad, i bossed up now my stu better
i carry pics, you weigh less than bout 2 feathers
k!ll p*ssy n*ggas, take they hoes, that’s the new meta
[verse 3: k!lldavyn]
yeah, n*gga thought he could just talk down on dbk
my n*ggas pull up you know that’s the easy way
i stick to the plan when yall n*ggas just deviate
yall n*ggas b*tches, yall n*ggas i really hate
i got the glock, the mop, the stick, get hit
and i’m hard like a rock when i’m f*ckin’ yo b*tch
that n*gga talk sh*t but he not doin’ sh*t
you got a k but you not shootin’ sh*t
that n*gga talk hot like he work at a sauna
f*ck on yo auntie, yo grammy, yo momma
n*gga so broke yeah he scared of them commas
spinnin’ like dj but you don’t want drama
all i see is blue yeah i’m seeing the benjamins
can’t stay in my house ’cause that b*tch not a resident
chop finna blow like a muf*ckin’ elephant
i’m finna run this sh*t like i’m the president
i’m finna run in this b*tch like i’m usain
i up the choppa it make you feel new pain
2 bad b*tches, this sh*t could go 2 ways
yo b*tch aight and i’m not talkin’ blueface
i want the money, the blue, the benji
sword on my back like i’m muf*ckin’ genji
that n*gga mad you know that n*gga envy
k!llin’ a n*gga we callin’ him kenny
[verse 4: skyte]
yuh, okay, okay
b*tch i’m not sane
i don’t hesitate to shoot, let the glock bang
i’m no middle man b*tch i’m the top mane
i’m in the fennec and you whippin’ in a octane
go get yo money up
you broke as f*ck, whip around in a bummy truck
i’m in her mouth when she wake up, honey nuts
she told me she want get caked up, tummy tuck
you got away from my laser that’s dummy luck
catch and give him a c*section this tummy cut
my b*tch stay juicy as f*ck with a gummy b*tt
wait, you b*tch a ugly f*ck
want my recepe you n*ggas chummy buck
boy keep testing me end up a dummy stunt
til’ the death of me i’ll get my money up
til’ the death of me i’ll get my money up

[outro: skyte & k!lldavyn]
yuh, yuh yuh (let’s go)
yuh, yuh yuh (let’s go)
yuh, yuh yuh (let’s go)
yuh, yuh yuh (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
yuh (uh)
yuh (let’s go)
yuh (yo)
yuh (let’s go)
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (walk in this b*tch uh, glock in this b*tch uh)

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