King Aston - Imp in Disguise
No pressure, ColloI'm turnt, finna kill these niggas
His brain's gonna fly like a pigeon
Copper bullet to his chest and his face
Run him down, finna catch this case
No prints, no face, no case, uh huh
Talkin' shit, finna put him in his place
Like a dirby in moshpit, mobs gonna mop this nigga with a cactus
Fuck around and you gon get bop next
Lil' bitch can't fuck with me
His blood's gonna spray like a paint
Gonna die by the hands of death
His neck gonna slit with a blade
Lil' bitch can't fuck with me
His blood's gonna spray like a paint
Gonna die by the hands of death
His neck gonna slit with a blade
Got em' runnin'
Even when it's rainin' you'll get this heat like it's sunny
You're looking and laughin' like you think somethin' funny
But if I pull up with rifles you gonna act like a dummy
Better walk it than talkin' it
I'm not into that talkin' shit
All my niggas are psychopaths
And we laughin' when killin' it
See your soul, I'm stealin' it
Look at my wrist, I'm cuttin' it
I bring the fire, I'm spittin' it
He runnin' up, get the gun
Tommy gun, I'm about to spill a nigga
I'm a sinner, nigga
Itchy trigger finger
Kill a pussy nigga, Kinda shitty nigga
"Show some mercy, nigga" Ain't no mercy nigga
Bouta splat a nigga
Put a fuckboy in a coffin
Lil' bitch can't fuck with me
His blood's gonna spray like a paint
Gonna die by the hands of death
His neck gonna slit with a blade
Lil' bitch can't fuck with me
His blood's gonna spray like a paint
Gonna die by the hands of death
His neck gonna slit with a blade
Written by:
Raynardo England
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