Prodbyone - Deathnote (feat. EarZen & DareD3vil)

Winter coming cold as fuck and I been on my job
With a shovel and big bag (Whoo)
I got em
Stuff em in the floorboards
Think I’m too forward
Till I catch you in a Ford, with a Ruger
(Poppin) Off
I just killed em all momma look
My DEATHNOTE done did its job
But I gotta little prob
Bitch now I’m hooked
(Whoo whoo yo)
Yo
I feel like A$AP Ferg when they kicked that dude out
Sitting there alone all up in his new house
With a bitch that don’t like him, in that blouse
See the difference between us two is I wouldn’t be nice and I’d prolly just choke that bitch out
Now open your mouth
Need an Ashlyn Kingcade in copious amounts
Fuck am I saying
Cause I know I’m not joking
But I’m sure as shit playing
I been dancing on the graves
Of the products I made
Say they got they own shit
But they sound like Dame
And it don’t sound different, nah
Man it sound the same
So I’ll slit that throat
Then I’ll gut you like a fish
It’s Ghostface Killah
Hell no I ain’t sane
Fuck you think
What you drink
Got em taking that straight
So come with me
If you ain’t fucking with it
We can go public with it
But I guarantee that you won’t be seen, fuck
(Like, you would be dead)
Winter coming cold as fuck and I been on my job
With a shovel and big bag (Whoo)
I got em
Stuff em in the floorboards
Think I’m too forward
Till I catch you in a Ford, with a Ruger
(Poppin) Off
I just killed em all momma look
My DEATHNOTE done did its job
But I gotta little prob
Bitch now I’m hooked
(Whoo whoo yo)
Starting to feel like Damion, maybe I am an Omen
Hit your lady, maybe your baby
Even your old man
Flow is goin crazy you know that I go and slay beats
And I bet you can’t name nobody ever going this crazy
I'm a sick dog, ain’t never no vet
You wonder why I spit? Dawg you better show respect
I do it for the checks, and plus I’m getting more sex
And I got a couple hoes I know would open those legs
Ain’t gotta get on the gram to post and go flex
Dawg I been that man that’s supposed to blow next
I’m up next, and I ain’t talking bout no auto-play
Got a couple checks I know that they coming on the way
I want em ándale
I remember when they said this was all a phase
I guess that’s why I’m boutta be on a stage
You calling it faith, I’m calling it fate
I was destined for the top, to be great
It’s Jake
Winter coming cold as fuck and I been on my job
With a shovel and big bag (Whoo)
I got em
Stuff em in the floorboards
Think I’m too forward
Till I catch you in a Ford, with a Ruger
(Poppin) Off
I just killed em all momma look
My DEATHNOTE done did its job
But I gotta little prob
Bitch now I’m hooked
(Whoo whoo yo)
(I just killed em all, momma look)
(My DEATHNOTE dome did its job)
(But I got a little prob, bitch)
(Now I’m hooked)

Written by:
Damion Mills, Jake Marsh, Jerred Schenn

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