Mahaji x 94DEEPC1- Xombie
Both the song and the picture aren't mine and I do not claim any rights on them.

LYRICS

Said he want beef with the 9
I told that b*tch go and slide today
I'm tryna pull up and freeze my left hand
Uh yuh you dy*ng today
You don't know nothing bout making these bands
What can I say
I'm off an oxy
I'm off a xan
Man I'm feeling lazy

I put this barrel up into his body
Pull the trigger and he turn to a zombie
The kick back I thought it was karate
Codeine now I feel like a zombie
Imma f*ck up like hell next summer
F*ck her hard give her knots in her stomach
I do not play with him if he run up
You upping yo fists
I'm pointing that gun up

You ain't be making no bills from yo music
Why you lying when you get in the studio
Heard yo lyrics and that sh*t was confusing
Like what the f*ck is a pelican doing
No you ain't safe
When I pull up I'm dropping bodies
I know plenty people who gon catch a hommy
They can say I'm trash I'm making bank regardless
Feel like polo cos all of these b*tches heartless

If he want it I'm bringing smoke to the party
We gon pop him he fly off
Like bat and drink bacardi
I know lotta b*tches who be th*tties
They holding my skeng while I shoot out the maserati

Pull up I'm sliding
You are my target
I aim at your head not your body
Drum had some kickback thought it was karate
Slugs in my mouth when I'm smiling
You get to dialing
To late on the dot my nig**h
You dy*ng
To hot in the kitchen you frying
Pee brain not playing a safe game
Send a f*ck boy up to the pearly gates

While my diamonds dancing like its micheal jackson
And my team mates they ain't never lacking
Gotta ar and a slim 9
Yeah b*tch fine as red or white wine
Back to the topic

Woah

Woah

Told deep hit me with the location
He get a facelift
F*cking yo b*tch in a basement
Her mouth is getting arrangements
Your song was trash and I never played it

Staying up late
I put the work in
Wondering why yah sh*t not playing
For nothing other than xombies
Cuz my nig**h you is lazy
I'm getting payments you getting paid less
You shop at pay less
Singing on one song upping my net worth
Imma live forever
Before I let a f*ck boy
Start clowning what we did

Two in the back them diamonds
Choppa gon sing like it's billie no eilish
Keep talking funny I dare you to try sh*t
Two in his chest and one gon hit his eyelid
Chilling I be out on the island
I be cruising I ain't with all the foul talk
5% tints my glock they be hiding
Open his stomach leave guts on the sidewalk

.45 hit that boy now he dancing
Now he de*d all up over the asphalt
Get shot if you tryna get jiffy
My boy up in houston I ain't talkin whitney

Strapped like a dyke
Blood gon spill like henny
She suck like a straw
I told a b*tch get plenty

Good morning
I'm finna shoot yo ass right in the head
When them bullets start flying
Yo ass gon be de*d

Shovels and coffins and f*ck all yo friends
All of em de*d or in jail with the feds
All of em de*d or in jail or they rotten
Beat his a*s then we take his flag
Lay a finger on me imma motherf*cking drop you
Extending the clip on glock and I got you
94 shots to his chest watch him collapse
Like I ain't gotta go remind you


Said he want beef with the 9
I told that b*tch go and slide today
I'm tryna pull up and freeze my left hand
Uh yuh you dying today
You don't know nothing bout making these bands
What can I say
I'm off an oxy
I'm off a xan
Man I'm feeling lazy

JESION

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