KPZ x MAC MONEY - Collection (feat. Raymo)

He brought him the
Doctrine of hell
And he said it is
Hell fire

Why you telling on your folks
Why you telling like you're foe
Why you selling off your soul

Collection time heads-a-roll
Why you telling
Why you telling
Why you telling on your folks
Why you telling
Why you telling
Why you telling like you're foe
Why you selling
Why you selling
Why you selling off your soul
Here we go
Collection time heads-a-roll

If you a rat in this trap
I'm a cat get it
Lay flat like that
Snitches get capped fitted
Acting like a gangster in the booth
Will get you wacked in it
I lost my shine for a minute
But I'm back with it
Like a blunt with some crack in it
All we do is lace tracks
All I spit is truth
Motherfucker better face facts
Never lost my stride
You get tossed out the ride
Now you chilling on the side
And you'll never get that pace back
Fuckin wit us
You must be smoking on hard
While devil collecting souls
Like Pokémon cards
You broken in shards
Go and check out the format
Aint talking money
Can't understand you like Borat
I keep dropping more facts
I quit percs now
I was nodding out like snorlax
Its funny how things work out
My pockets keep getting more fat
Style so loud you cant ignore that
I was rocking out before rap

Why you telling on your folks
Why you telling like you're foe
We can tell you lost control
Thats why you selling off your soul
Them fellas gonna find ya
And collect the debt you owe
Put a swellin on that melon
You won't be telling any mo'
Why you telling
Why you telling
Why you telling on your folks
Why you telling
Why you telling
Why you telling like you're foe
Why you selling
Why you selling
Why you selling off your soul
Here we go
Collection time heads-a-roll
Why you telling
Why you telling
Why you telling on your folks
Why you telling
Why you telling
Why you telling like you're foe
Why you selling
Why you selling
Why you selling off your soul
Here we go
Collection time heads-a-roll

What the shit
What the shit
You asshole
Did you forget
Did you forget
I crack codes
Playing slick
Playing slick
I slap schmos
While my free hand
Continues to bag dough
I just want my bags full
That's a lunch box
My ambitions addictive
That's a drug shop
Tried to cut the current
That's a plug shock
Til I hit you in the jaw
That's a mug shot
Been on my dick prick
How's my nutz taste
Kick flipping switch hittin
Giving that love hate
Made a mummy out a dummy
wrapped in duct tape
Get your face fucked
Fake fuck you fuck face
Knew you were bitch before it
Becoming an issue
Just waited for you to slip
Now we gunning to get you
Can't outpace fate
It's like you're
Running from missiles
Took a fifty fifty chance
Now they're coming to split you

Why you telling on your folks
Why you telling like you're foe
We can tell you lost control
Thats why you selling off your soul
Them fellas gonna find ya
And collect the debt you owe
Put a swellin on that melon
You won't be telling any mo'
Why you telling
Why you telling
Why you telling on your folks
Why you telling
Why you telling
Why you telling like you're foe
Why you selling
Why you selling
Why you selling off your soul
Here we go
Collection time heads-a-roll
Why you telling
Why you telling
Why you telling on your folks
Why you telling
Why you telling
Why you telling like you're foe
Why you selling
Why you selling
Why you selling off your soul
Here we go
Collection time heads-a-roll

Collection time heads-a-roll
Collection time heads-a-roll

Written by:
Marcus Palazzolo, Raymond Willard

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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