temper - vampviolence lyrics
everyone is dead
what?
my n*gga ayoolii did this b*tch n*gga
(yeah, yeah, gang)
bands bussin in my f*ckin pockets like a *rg*sm (bussin’)
mylan forgot the chop at the crib then i send gore at him (i send gore at him)
n*gga wasn’t fazed by a few shots then i send more at him (fah! fah!)
homicides in the city everyday getting more random (yup)
i ain’t make no blue strips today, i throw a temper tantrum (f*ck!)
call of duty shotty with a drum, cht, caught him campin (cht, bah!)
godd*mn, that’s another f*cking face gone (godd*mn!)
boy what the f*ck you doing with fake bape on? (what the f*ck you doing?)
take that sh*t off!
you is not a drippy n*gga (no!)
maz g got me pointin’ fingers, but i am not snitching n*gga (never)
pulled so many blues out the bank they thought i was crippin’ n*gga (what?)
balenci’s with no d*mn laces, i’m not trippin’ n*gga (big balenci’s)
rolling up like boyz n the hood i’ll make him get to skipping n*gga (ricky!)
fat body skrt with the vroom how i’m tippin’ n*gga (skrrt)
room service, mop his ass up, you tryna tip a n*gga? (mop his ass up)
why you clutchin’ on that stick, acting hard, my sh*t itchin n*gga
i’m with big steppers like it’s stomp the yard, they gone get you n*gga (n*gga, what?)
i’m pushing full court press, never cherry*pickin n*gga (i’m pressin n*gga)
what the f*ck is wrong?
you never seen some lean in lipton n*gga? (what?)
ridin’ with that strap out, like i’m tryna whip a n*gga (yah)
fat rolls in my pocket talkin peter griffin n*gga (griffin n*gga)
who the f*ck is wesson? i don’t know but i got smithen n*gga (i got smith & wesson)
i got missiles in this b*tch in case it’s war, i’m tryna hit a n*gga (tryna hit a n*gga)
like i’m streaming on a twitch account, boy i’m tryna clip a n*gga (i’m tryna clip a n*gga)
all these n*ggas sound the same, here go something different n*gga (huh?)
big choppa go oodle aagh, i just whiffed a n*gga (oodle aagh)
f*ck it nah, cht, cht, bah, boom, i just spliffed a n*gga (bah boom!)
like his ass was late to a class, i dismissed the n*gga (i dismissed him n*gga)
bands bussing in my f*cking pockets like an *rg*sm
mylan forgot the chop at the crib then i send gore at him (i send gore at him)
n*gga wasn’t fazed by a few shots then i send more at him (bah, bah)
homicides in the city everyday getting more random (n*gga what?)
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