.dsr-50! - triplesixheist lyrics
b*tch i got a dsr with a c4 in the trunk
yeah yeah, sniper leave the scrubs in a pile
in a chopper gunner b*tch i’m going f*cking wild
strapped vest like some armor i just popped a f*cking jugg
severe off his head leave him bleeding from the f*cking bed
i won’t stop never stop till the house is painted red
yea b*tch cutting open all my haters yea i do it often
i put there bodies in a cemetery laugh while they rot
lеave you in the dark woods all you see is my dot
stomp on his face with my boots b*tch i’m thе origins bot
pistol on me b*tch i feel like a cop
sniper with a glock if you talking with the wrong
pull up to his crib rocket on my hip i let it c*ck
percs in my stomach call that sh*t a perkaholic
f*ck his face up hit the toggle we out
stomp him then we said he k!lled himself
b*tch we riding thru the f*cking tranzit
murder like a manic
b*tch i murder like a manic
p*ssies always tryna panic
i’m the type of dude to k!ll myself
popping xanax when i shoot b*tch i think i need some help
throw a life grenade then i watch it burn the wealth
(terrorists win)
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