BURNING RUBBER

Bulletproof

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Lyrics:
Yeah, aye, oh, aye
Yeah, aye, oh, oh
Yeah, aye, oh, aye
Yeah, aye, yeah

So I
Pedal through your hood on a 10 speed
Soul been feeling empty
Death want to take me, want to end me, uh huh
Conjuring enemies like I'm vecna
Pussy boy acting tough
You prayin to a god, I will bless ya
Complications start to pile up
Emotions turn vile, I kill my own vibe
Throwing shade my way
Katana blade cutting the flesh from your face

Slit my wrists, uh huh
Fuck boy dismissed, bet he got clit
Little bitch, throw fists, uh
Meet in the pit, uh huh
Yeah, meet in the pit, okay
Slit my wrists, uh huh
Fuck boy dismissed, bet he got clit
Little bitch, throw fists, uh
Meet in the pit, uh huh
Yeah, meet in the pit

Ak-47 spraying nails
Crucified to a cross, hot shells
Said she wanna eat me like a pig eat slop
Suck the soul out, like baby don't stop
Ha ha ha ha ha
Splitting ya bitch like a chopstick
Punt that chick with a dropkick
Okay, okay, less go

Slit my wrists, uh huh
Fuck boy dismissed, bet he got clit
Little bitch, throw fists, uh
Meet in the pit, uh huh
Yeah, meet in the pit, okay
Slit my wrists, uh huh
Fuck boy dismissed, bet he got clit
Little bitch, throw fists, uh
Meet in the pit, uh huh
Yeah, meet in the pit

Produced By: Stetson Whitworth

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Produced: Shea Moore
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Daisy (Sorry X Version)

Stream

Hands up
Put the money in the fuckin bag
Shut up
Put your family in a body bag
Hands up
Give me everything you fuckin have
Do it fast
Got your momma in a fuckin van

I've done shit you only dream of
You ain't never shot a gun
You probly never even seen one

Believe in Ghosts
You'll be lookin like you seen one
When I pull this trigger
Then you'll really fuckin be one

I got away with it

Used to have to rob them stores

I got away with it

Stomach hurt when I was poor

I got a taste of it

Always dreamt of having more

I had to scrape for it

Now we're kickin in the fuckin door

Hands up
Put the money in the fuckin bag
Shut up
Put your family in a body bag
Hands up
Give me everything you fuckin have
Do it fast
Got your momma in a fuckin van

Give me everything you fuckin have

I pop out the van
Ain't gotta ask
I'm lower class
A piece of trash
With a gun and a mask

You smokin rags
I got that gas
I'm not a fan of your band
But I see you Imma clap

I'm always chasin it

Nights I had nowhere to sleep

I'm always chasin it

Days I had nothin to eat

I got a taste of it

Pay the rent or electricity?

I had to scrape for it

But you know I keep that heat on me

Hands up
Put the money in the fuckin bag
Shut up
Put your family in a body bag
Hands up
Give me everything you fuckin have
Do it fast
Got your momma in a fuckin van

Give me everything you fuckin have

Ghost Squad
Put them masks on
If you had to do some odd jobs
To keep the lights on
This is our song

Ghost Squad
Make them opps drop
Took them stones that you throw
Flipped em like they crack rocks
Hit the cash box

Ghost Squad
Put them masks on
Yeah we had to do some odd jobs
To keep the lights on
This is our song

Ghost Squad
Make the show stop
When we show up
With them guns cocked
Yeah we make them 
motherfuckin heads knock

We make them mother fuckin heads knock

Buffalo_Farm_Killer - im_very_sorry

Buffalo_Farm - RUN

(lyrics)

dance on yo grave in some all black ricks
i dont got demons in my head bitch im fine
spiders crawlin out my mouf and down my fkn spine
light upon my face i aint ever gonna smile

i wanna be inside of the dark where its cold it feel like home
bb simmons on my waist so i never catch a case
no face, identity unkown. is he real? is he rare?
u will never ever know.. i j wanna be alone.

im on dnd
when the sun come up
my fangs retract

these things we think
they dont mean a fkn thing
when that bullet hit ur brain u wont feel a fkn thang
find me in the background making shadows on the wall
i am the one they aim to hate, they miss and never can escape
u finally met ur maker, ur ego fkn hate it

i dont think u can take it
bitch i take away ur pain
hide ur body in woods
i call that ego death
ego death
ego death
ego death
death
death
death
death

Buffalo_Farm_Killer - im_very_sorry

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