YUNG SLUG x YUNG LINK
prod. slug god
GENOCIDE: SKETCHIEST MIXTAPE OF 10 BILLION BC

I told myself i gotta start stackin paper 
But fuck all these addictions
Hit a lick so cold
Slip  it in a minute
keep my arms raised up
Its cool i fucked the witness
And I'm ripped solo
a comma an some digits

A k low
Don't fuck with me
A hunnid grams
To use personally
Two sides 
Fuck a trinity
Middle finger nailed
Can you tell me what that one thing is 
I know you fucking know
Dont you tell me its a secret 
When it's cumming in your throat
Retreat to euthanasia 
Or figure out the joke
A choice that comes free

~Hit you with all that I got
Lookin like heavy arms
When enter ya spot
You can not damage me brah
I am the main character
You're just a supporting role
filler's all they need ya for
It's over
 in and out the door
Beggin and scraping for more
Manifesting a crack whore
Suckin that dick till you gore~
 
A dime sack
Don't talk to me
Couple zones
On the balcony
Kill yoself
Ya Blasphemy
Couple grand

I told myself i gotta start stackin paper 
But fuck all these addictions
Hit a lick so cold
Slip  it in a minute
keep my arms raised up
Its cool i fucked the witness
And I'm ripped solo
a comma an some digits

BITCH ITS ME, NIGGA ITS THE FUCKIN LINK
IM TAKING YOUR RICHES AND PUTTING YOU 6 FEET DEEP 
UNDERGROUND WHILE YOU SLEEP 
NIGGA IMA CREEP 
THROUGH YOUR MUTHAFUCKIN HOOD WHILE YOU COUTIN YOUR SHEEP
GOT THE MASK ON MY FACE AND BE BUSTIN YOU BITCHES ON REPEAT
WATCH THE BLOOD LEAK
I'M BLOWIN ON THAT STANK PACK TYPE SHIT
HOUSTON TEX PROMETHAZINE DAT LONESTAR PINT SHIT
WHEN I GO BROKE I THEN KICK IN THE DOE AND LEAVE EVERYBODY
WIG SPLIT 
FALL TO THE FLOE AND THEN GIVE ME YOE DOE AND THEN FEEL YOUR FUCKIN BODY DRIP
I GOT THE LICKA THROUGH MY FUCKIN VEINS
NIGGA TALK SHIT AND 900 THE KLICK MAKE DEM MUTHAFUCKIN BULLETS RAIN
NIGGA ON YOUR ASS
MAKE DEM HOLLOW POINT BLAST
I EMPTY THE CLIP
IM TAKIN NO SHIT 
POP YOU LIKE A ZIT
LIKE IM POPPIN A CLIT
NIGGA DONT TRIP
ON MY PISTOL GRIP
BULLET SHELLS RANG
MAKIN A STANG 
GIVING YOU PAIN 
SHOWING NO SHAME 
FUCK ALL YOU LAMES
IM BUSTIN ON YOU BITCHES
IM TAKIN YOUR RICHES 
DEN DROPPIN DEM BODIES OFF IN DITCHES
BELIEVE IN NO SNITCHES

I told myself i gotta start stackin paper 
But fuck all these addictions
Hit a lick so cold
Slip  it in a minute
keep my arms raised up
Its cool i fucked the witness
And I'm ripped solo
a comma an some digits

6 Grams feat. The Yung Link

er jus dav rich

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