16thflavor & woken - Death thoughts (feat. kid lavy & tryp flo) [amaya remix]

Yeah
I been goin in
Swagger flowin' in
How he sorta been
Check the story then
I'm ignorin' them
Pussy haters
Ion give a fuck
It's that death talk and I throw it up
It's that real talk and I'm showin up
It's that bar sauce and those dark thoughts bitch I'm pullin up
I got hard thoughts for these weak haters
So I beat his ass like a week later
Like uh
Runnin' the streets
Runnin' the set
Runnin' the hoes and runnin the rest
I got all my demons they tryna take aim
Ridin' the Buick all black let it rain
Let this choppa clap won’t stop till I hear the clack
Bitch bend it over and bust it from the back
Been this way since a jit no I never lack
Runnin' through your bitch like a runnin back
Emergency medic your body on the floor
People say woken yea we be wantin more
Got the k-9 with me and when I say go we be burstin and runnin right thru yo door
Living in the dirt, that's a soul train, yuh
Yeah you know we fucking with some low mein yuh
Yeah you know we gassed up like some propane yuh
Shoot for the hub and review those sex tapes yuh
Bitches be options like non-mein
Stab me in the back but I'm feeling no pain yuh
Straight to the top like a one way
This shit don't make sense like some green flames yuh
Look at yo' bitch she in great shape yuh
Her booty so fine but her face is a strong eight yuh
I been goin in
Swagger flowin' in
How he sorta been
Check the story then
I'm ignorin them
Pussy haters
Ion give a fuck
It's that death talk and I throw it up
It's that real talk and I'm showin up
It's that bar sauce and those dark thoughts bitch I'm pullin up
I got hard thoughts for these weak haters
So I beat his ass like a week later
Like uh
Aye!
TrypFlo spittin’
Fucking it up in the booth yeah
Lotta blood drippin'
Got stains on my boots
Psycho trippin'
Ima do what I choose
I ain't even give a fuck verga que la chupe
Raza flow and on a beat I go stupid
Bitch ima corpse outta 217
Been in the k-hole, talkin ketamine
Spittin flame, from the underworld
Demon bitch mean
But she wanna suck me up
I'm in her throat balls deep
Get that money like foos up in wall street
Bitch i'm faded grubbin on bomb wings
Sippin on tequila puffin on strong weed
You thought she was yo bitch now she on me
Never answer the phone when they call me
Acid trip at the peak make the walls breathe
Crush it like cejudo in the gong ring
El muerto del ego thats all me
I been goin in
Swagger flowin' in
How he sorta been
Check the story then
I'm ignorin them
Pussy haters
Ion give a fuck
It's that death talk and I throw it up
It's that real talk and I'm showin up
It's that bar sauce and those dark thoughts bitch I'm pullin up
I got hard thoughts for these weak haters
So I beat his ass like a week later
Like uh

Writers: Esgar Leal Junior , Francisco Ortega , Paul Florindo , Sam Squires

Lyrics © DistroKid

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