LYRICS;

Death
All I think about when Im home tryna get some rest
Breath
What she tryna get but my hand wrapped tight round her neck
Tech
Pour it in the water cause my pockets feelin kinda stressed
Tech
9 finna shine in the sun when its pressed to ya head

I dont give a fuck about what you think
Better keep it tucked if you roll around in nice mink
Sliding like an ice rink
Taking all the jewels of your baby momma neck quick
Really think im biggie
Better Gimme all the loot bitch
Imma shoot, dont snitch
3d print a ghost switch
Watch a full clip rip
Nah I dont know shit
Heart cold like snow is
Hard like a bone is
This is a  Stick up bitch cough up ya bonus

Big creek uh trigga squeeza kills of the demons yuh

I said im cold like the snow I am haunted by ghosts, ebeneezer

Your hoe she taking pole while lay on my bed with her knees up

Point at your soul dig a whole to the core like im frieza

Death
All I think about when Im home tryna get some rest
Breath
What she tryna get but my hand wrapped tight round her neck
Tech
Pour it in the water cause my pockets feelin kinda stressed
Tech
9 finna shine in the sun when its pressed to ya head

Wait they aint knocking right
No do not let them em
Man fuck a pocket knife
Full metal jacket 
we dont got lettermens
Skull bashed with hatchts
we are not brain surgeons
Beat can you catch it? 

Yeah like some sturgeon
Totin the ratchet 
Swinging the burner
Heat like a match lit
Singing bout murder
I am the illest that youve never heard of

Pull up with some clips and let them go
Full of fucking drip still got my soul
Control the whip with a dice roll
Farewell is sick im a maestro

Death
All I think about when Im home tryna get some rest
Breath
What she tryna get but my hand wrapped tight round her neck
Tech
Pour it in the water cause my pockets feelin kinda stressed
Tech
9 finna shine in the sun when its pressed to ya head

Death
All I think about when Im home tryna get some rest
Breath
What she tryna get but my hand wrapped tight round her neck
Tech
Pour it in the water cause my pockets feelin kinda stressed
Tech
9 finna shine in the sun when its pressed to ya head

Necromancer

LYRICS; 

BLVCKxBLOOD:

Pop out with the glicky 
Load it up and shoot a 30
Carry heavy 
Ridin dirty 
Fuckboy know I keep it sturdy
Stackin all these up bodies
You’d think that they’d buried
Why bother diggin holes?
Make your block the cemetery
It’s that Northside
Creep in with the 4 5
Rollin off a fat line
Triple 6 is my sign
BLVCKxBLOOD on a deadline
Make dead bitches wanna give it up
Make her think that she in love 
Then leave her if she touch my drugs
Tear down the gates
Advance with an army
Dismembering God
Throw him in the moat
Kingdom in ruins
King of delusions
All you see’s me
Atop of his thrown

Hit the block 
Red sight 
Hard scope aimin
Creek fuckin on your bitch
And her friend askin what my name is (BLOOD)
Torn up black attire
All the same if I get famous
Feds ask, I never took a life
But that’s subject to changes
Step out brandishing the chrome
Fucked up off some 4 4’s
Catch you posted home alone
Send some hollows through your door
Gamble on your life
But I make my own luck
Semi 9 to bring the rain
Got you feelin thunder struck
Look like Armageddon
Pull up in the armored truck
Don’t got shit to lose
So I’d suggest you fuckin duck hoe

farewellcreek: 

Pull up like its calestethics
Your body drops
Full blown schizophrenic
Lock me up
Societal menace
I dont give a fuck
Looking like a redneck
Shotgun in the trunk

Farewell
Evil I could 
Scare hell
People never feel well
When my plague is unvieled
Nurgling
With long tail
Burger king
A grease pail
Hear a demon queen wail
Always fear im gone fail

Stresss never lands on me
Breasts out a fan of me
Test out your family
The rest of your mans will bleed
Your Head slammed to the concrete
Making sure youre 
dead is my Pedigree
Fed up you history

Bust out a desert eagle
Pull the trigger
fucking lethal
Face wrapped like desert people
Ak make you meet your maker
Stay strapped like an omega
They lack im like darth vader
All black 
boys white beluga
They calling us
sharpshooters


Drugs in my system make me feel right
Huggin on my dick yuh her cunt tight
Sneezing out the coke like Gesundheit
Trigger squeezing imma about to blow
Have a good night
We some local terrors
In your hood 
Run in fright

TERROR LORDS w/ BLVCKxBLOOD

bullets make ‘em run and these diamonds make ‘em jump 💃💎

BRAND NEW PACK I HAD TO SLING IT! 📦❄️

SLING IT

DEUCE AND A QUARTER

we was some nerds before we was servin’‼️🤓➡️💰

NERDS!

i got better shit to do! 😈⏳💸

smokin’ hella dope, gotta go and get some more! 🚗💨

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