Unaverage Gang 2

[T.R.I.P.]

Leaving motherfuckers turning in they grave
Got at least 100 rappers buried in the back of my place 
I love to fuckin kill 'em, all while leaving no trace 
UAV is on mission now we picking up the pace uh
Got that mossberg pump ready to rearrange brain 
And I don’t give no fuck, while y’all chasing for the fame 
9 millimeter ready to annihilate 
Busting shots inside yo lungs to watch you hyperventilate 

Everybody dies but not every body lives,
Resurrected from the depths, bitch i’m snapping all your ribs
I’m the mothafucka that will stomp your head and empty clips
I was born straight out crypt, I’m the one to slit yo shit 

Lonely in the dark, so I been laying low 
Till I seen an angel hanging from its halo
Rejected from the gates, devil holds my soul
End is coming close, time to burn the fuckin globe 

[SCHIZO]

Devil know i’m burnin, so i’m purgin catchin homicides
Whippin with them serpents we be workin squad like suicide
Bitch I catch you swervin I’mma fill you lungs Cyanide
Let the ak burst and like the birds I let the bullets fly

Glock 9 seventeen bodies on floor 
Triple digit got the 6’s shotty blastin through your doors 
Ya my Trigga finger itchin for the bitches kill em both 
Bitch I’m wicked don’t be snitchin baggin bodies by the boat

[VAGUE]

Passin out and
Gettin notta
Life is just a joke
It’s the shit that I been dealin wit
My past will never show
Alot of flashin now, your bitch just a hoe
If you hurt and got a problem just Remember i’m the goat

Bitch remember I’m the goat
See the pussy in the scope
Got the Devil tellin me to cock it back and let it blow
Like the junkies shootin dope
Fallin back and hit the floor
It’ll kill ‘em quick, cause I’m always reppin on that triple six

All these demons that surround me
Causin chaos in the shadows just to fucken haunt me
They’ll think I’ll bleed enough to see
That their throne is always empty, and need a soul to feed
Thats why they’ve chosen me

If I would stay alive
The pain would never subside
That’s why you die
If I would stay alive
The pain would never subside
That’s why you die

ROSEWOOD (feat. SCHIZO) [Prod. D-Low]

[VAGUE]

Back then when my shit stopped
We always movin on to the next drop
I’m never tryin to look back
To the streets where the homies could get popped
Always tryin to build a side, what’s left inside of me
And will not be the thing that’s defining me
So fuck what you see and how you look at me
Better get the facts right, before judgin me

I grew up so low, surrounded by drugs in a shit home
Many times I just let my mind roam
Whatever it took just to get gone
I know that shits in the past
That shit went by so fast
Many years of wantin to die
But I’m glad that shit will never come back

And we try to move on
hangin off the ledge even I try holdin on
What the fuck am I doin wrong? 
My past creeps, it keeps goin on
My message hittin deep
Wake me from my sleep
I’m comatose and paralyzed from what’s around me
True story

[T.R.I.P.]

Whats up with all the fakeness?
Why can’t they keep it real?
Can see right through your bullshit 
Just like a broken seal
See I don’t trust no one, I never drop my fuckin shield 
The land of torment raining blood down everytime I kill

Demons that’s living inside of my head
And they telling me that my situation going to worsen
Gotta get to the top somehow someway, gotta put the work in 
Came too far to quit, sacrificed a lot of shit 
All the countless hours spent and I would do it all again
Who truly has your back when your life at the all time lowest 
It’s devil watching closely as the bodies fill the ocean 
Fuck religion I loving sinning
All your fuckin mindsare closed minded
Blinded mothafuckas realizing that this hell ain't done rising

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DEEP END [Prod. GORE OCEAN]

[T.R.I.P.]

I never been the type to fold
UAV inside blood my veins are ice cold
Underground legends yea you mothafuckas know
If i’m lurking around yo block then we totin 44s
Ain’t no fuckin stopping me, I swear My breed is different
We just walk up in the function and we taking all your bitches
She feeling on waistline, got the glock 9
Got them hallow points waiting for your ass like

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Fuck goodbyes
Too many bitches too leave alive
Yeah I'm sick of the bullshit, it's all the time
It's like my mind is always fighting with itself
And it's never letting up, can I put on a shelf?
Many things in this life that you try to understand
Like your friends wanna see you fall rather then see you stand
Shit is only comin to an end just to lash out
Keep it fucken goin in your mind till you pass out

[SCHIZO]

I pray to god you never see me get vindictive
If you fuckin with the gang then my intentions get malicious
I get down my nine get vicious
Love revenge that shit delicious
Imma king no opposition
Fuck religion imma misfit
Got the gas maxed mags packed Mack strapped in every moment
Sprayin abstract masked back guns are loaded
I ain’t afraid pulled trigger holdin my composer
If your dick just hit the dirt I give you my condolence

My mind is fuckin twisted
It’s a flaw that I have mentioned
Skin your body on a cross
And that’s my thoughts on all religion
Contradiction in a scripture yet it’s words that you embody
It was built to be a prison keep open minded blinded
You a sheep if you believe it every word is fuckin toxic
when my blades against they necks they always askin where they god is
There’s no peace among the silent
I’m the voice behind the riots
I’m the reason that I’m heard
I’ll find the peace amongst the violence

[TVBUU]

We gonna make 'em fade away bitch
We drag the body in the mist
Crawled up out the grave yard
With my throat already slit
We don't give a shit
I grab the gun, and let it rip
Until you fade away
And throw the body in the ditch
Imma dip quick
Then hit the fucking kill switch
Everybody hit the floor
We terrorizing with the clique
Watch me hit a flip
My personality
It switch
You'll go up in a blaze
We get burning down your crib

Taking off, I'm a lost cause
Mothafucka pause, you get Lost
Taking it off
Thinking that
You can come sit with a boss
Take off the bras
Take out the bitches
That's thinking that they
Will never pay the cost
To get on the level
With muthafuckas
That be killing it
Bitch we be colder than frost
Leave you in awe
Yeah it's kinda foggy, I feel it hardly
The rain outside my window
Devil screaming, till it haunts me
It's hardly, really hard for me
To try to cause peace
So I cock the gun
That I just bought Until it sparks heat

[Jerome The Prince]

It’s Young Jerome, really a different breed boy
They ain’t fucking with me, or UAV boy
If you want that smoke, pull up and get destroyed
Together we got more fucking hits than three Floyds
Yeah, we’re just totally different
We put you six feet deep, call that socially distant
We ain’t some local nobody’s, they globally listen
Send me the beat and I can’t help it, uncontrollably killing
For real, I’m so raw with it, swear that you are all finished
My shorty always pleasure me but I am all business
Yeah, man this is murder I wrote
I heard that, God forgives, motherfucker I don’t
So don’t, step to me or that step will be your last boy
Handing me your mixtape, that shit in the trash boy
Vin Diesel, cause you know I’m living fast boy
I’m only in the back when they save the best for last boy

AIRBORNE (Feat. Schizo, TVBUU & Jerome The Prince) [Prod. Yung Pear]

[HOOK: AC]

Welcome to the mothafucken Devil’s place 
Bitches die when I hear’em say we sound the same 
Bodies pile all the way to the Devil’s gates 
Think we copy fuckin artist but mothafucka we ain’t the same (x2)

[VAGUE]

1000 fucken corpses rottin in my fucken den,
Grab the lighter fluid, set a blaze for all the bitches I offend
Black masked murderers, I be the one to kill you first
UAV is my religion, praise the hounds and burn your church
Confidin in the devil cause UNAVERAGE is the serpent’s vessel,
see them red eyes open now you see the face of evil
Shoutout to the bitches that are blinded from the truth,
middle fingers goin up, we got 2 words fuck you!

[AC]

Nobody want a problem bitch I’ll put you in a casket,
then i’m laughing at you bitches for the handouts you be asking
I don’t mind too very often for helpin some people out,
You a stupid fuckin pussy begging asking for some clout 
Shut yo mouth lil bitch, i’ll pull up with a stick
Yo momma fuckin calling screaming asking who you with?
You tell her “it’s the Gang”, she say “you acting strange”
Cause Vague got the AK and it’s pointed at yo brain bitch

[HOOK: AC]

Welcome to the mothafucken Devil’s place 
Bitches die when I hear’em say we sound the same 
Bodies pile all the way to the Devil’s gates 
Think we copy fuckin artist but mothafucka we ain’t the same (x2)

[VAGUE]

Bloody fangs, we sick the hounds on’em
It’s the UAV GANG, we don’t bang we just kill on’em
Yeah, Aye, we just kill on’em
Put’em in the coffin, let the bullets fucken rain on’em (x2)

WELCOME TO HELL [Prod. ESKRY]

[HOOK: VAGUE]

When we run the game, mothafuckas gonna feel our pain
And that’s fasho
If you feel the same, it’s fate
Never fucken planned to be this low (x2)

There’s times that I’ll never let go
Cause the past is the only thing I know
Fillin up my walls now, memory won’t show
Unless told
Yeah, yeah
but my story still goes on, as long as UAV stay strong
I’ll fucken always have something to fall off into

When we run the game, mothafuckas gonna feel our pain
And that’s fasho
If you feel the same, it’s fate
Never fucken planned to be this low (x2)

[T.R.I.P.]

Bipolar posers copies flows, so we say fuck you 
You choose not to believe in, the devil won’t protect you
Crows and vultures in my room, with the moths flying out my mouth
100 fuckin creatures and behemoths in my fuckin house

Are you afraid? Dealing with the same shit every day,
Mothafuckas don’t know what to say, cause we came from nothing now we on stage
Smoking on shit make me elevate, if you on that fake shit then I can’t relate 
They say shit hits the wall when they get the fame
Now they eager to talk and ride the wave cuz they all fake

[HOOK: VAGUE]

When we run the game, mothafuckas gonna feel our pain
And that’s fasho
If you feel the same, it’s fate
Never fucken planned to be this low (x2)

There’s times that I’ll never let go
Cause the past is the only thing I know
Fillin up my walls now, memory won’t show
Unless told
Yeah, yeah
but my story still goes on, as long as UAV stay strong
I’ll fucken always have something to fall off into

[VAGUE]

I’m stuck in this prison, fortunate to be given,
only one fucken option, spend a lifetime alone (x2)

Why y’all lookin so stunned? Cigarettes in the pack homie i’m done   
Never gonna relapse cause he been gone
COPD in his lungs so long
I’m never lookin to change, unless i’m given a chain
Advisin you do the same, I’ve learned enough through my days, long ago 

[HOOK: VAGUE]

When we run the game, mothafuckas gonna feel our pain
And that’s fasho
If you feel the same, it’s fate
Never fucken planned to be this low (x2)

There’s times that I’ll never let go
Cause the past is the only thing I know
Fillin up my walls now, memory won’t show
Unless told
Yeah, yeah
but my story still goes on, as long as UAV stay strong
I’ll fucken always have something to fall off into

MEMORIES WON'T SHOW [Prod. RIKU]

BETTER THE DEVILS YOU KNOW (Ft. UNAVERAGE GANG) Prod. FALLEN

[T.R.I.P.]

Fuck yo feelings homie
I give a fuck about opinions or your story brodie
I’ll fuck yo bitch and burn her soul inside the purgatory 
You think I give a fuck of what you bitches think about me?
Bitch Fuck your judgements cause, i’m spitting on your fucking grave 
Y’all should know the fuckin name it’s UNAVERAGE GANG
We blowing up like a mothafuckin hand grenade 
Yung T.R.I.P. the grave digger out of fuckin Vegas 
Two legends in the making

If I murder mothafuckaz then it’s going to be a goodnight
Leave a mothafuckin dead with a steel knife 
Running and gripping my 9 till they all die 
Real eyes realize that you all lie
I been a savage since 7 
UAV be the one that is ending your session
No second guessing
This that mothafuckin gang land affiliation

[HOOK]

187, 187, 187, 187

[VAGUE]

You burn within, cause I bring the sin
I open doors just to let it in
You won’t find, what you can’t find
And you bitches hide with them flawed minds
This shit a joke with a little bit hate and a little bit of hope
This the life I chose, I accelerate on the roads I know
I lived enough that I lashed out on what the fuck was passed out,
this fucken is game is trash now
and filled up with these cash clowns
Unaverage always holds down, and fix with what we wrote down
Your feelings don’t mean shit now, we on the top and won’t drown

All the haters wanna do is talk shit, and dick ride, never wanna accomplish shit,
No drive, where the fuck is all grave-diggers,
Bet you mothafuckas gonna flee the scene when I pull the trigger
Never gonna stop me now
Better think when you talkin down
Stand yo ground
It’s that UAV gang shit and we lock it down
Yuh

[HOOK]

187, 187, 187, 187
187, 187, 187, 187

187 [Prod. Riku]

[T.R.I.P.]

Dear lord help me forget all my sins, one minute I think I’m good
The next thing would be my death
Hit up J. Chet let them fuckaz know we next
We coming straight for the neck
We running up for them checks
Grab the AK, reload it and let it bang
Call your bitch mayday, cause she go down on me everyday
Fuckin spitting twisted lyrics to calm all my senses
Fuck a label, and a handout bitch we independent

[VAGUE]

A cold day is always feelin the same
In the house of pain, wait for habits to drain
Never let up, I always get up
And running thru the problems I deal with may be the same for you

Rather be alone, in my conscience for so long
As I sit in stone, I let my intentions be known
Blood curdling sour, cause I live by the hour
Only a minute to scour to find the source to empower

[CHETTA]

Yea yea yea yea

And bitch im dead talking
Dead walking on the set
Dripping wet coffin
Gone pull the Ak out the back
And get that bitch sparking
Gone switch the choppa
For the mac
And now your bitch jockin
The police ride around
All day chalking
But i just chalk it up
Dont give a fuck
Cause i aint talking
Aint it awful
How they sleeping on me
Im Posturepedic
I got pull with plenty bitches
They gone want me
Till they need me.....
Ok...

VOODOO (Feat. Chetta)

[T.R.I.P.]

Hang you upside down like the crosses that’s in my room,
Here’s the difference between  a mothafucka like me and you,  
Got this shit on my own, you banking on a handout, 
If you dare to test your luck it’s gunna be a man down. 
Nobody gives a fuck what
All you of you bitches do
But I been coming to summon the reaper, i’m tired of the bitches that thinking we koo
What is the fuck is up, cut these fuckin pussies up, 
Had enough we gone keep on coming with fire cause you bitches suck

[VAGUE]

Bodies fall—risin from the dirt then I kill them all
No survivors, nothin fucken left I’m here take it all
Brawl—tryna get down
Crawl—with your guts out
Blood—left to turn brown
Let—all the bodies drown
I go around the city wit the 12 gauge 
See my rage is only at its fucken first stage
I’m blacked out— got the blade run it’s course thru my veins
I say—death to all you mothafuckers come and see me I’ll end your pain

CRAWL [Prod. THORN BEATS]

[HOOK]

Left for dead we gon stack these bodies till the fall
Bitches scared, body bags of money in the walls
Can’t compare, beware just don’t set us off
We gon pull with that launcher, blows these bitches up
Left for dead we gon stack these bodies till the fall
Bitches scared—body bags of money in the walls
Can’t compare—beware just don’t set us off
We gon pull with that launcher, blows these bitches up

[VAGUE]

Never gonna find out—nah
Like a bitch you fall back on law
Don’t fight your battles, all talk
And bitch hold your threats and just walk
You gonna get rocked on your block
Got you in the scope and I’m locked
Duck down when you see that I stopped
Better be scared when the gun goes off

You hear them sounds—your life is up and I took it down
Final moments are here and now
But you won’t change, it’ll hurt your style
You live as a child, your stuck in denial
Bitch you are vile, cleanin you up with some dial
Think you can catch up to me but the thing is I’m always ahead and your missing by miles

[T.R.I.P.]

Walking outside with an AR
15 minutes till I’m on the radar
Smoking all these bitches like a cigar
Why you tryin to pick a fight if you don’t want war

Bust out the Glock then I’m ready rock
You pull out the phone and you callin the cops
Gut up these bitches and turn em to props
Do what I want bitch don’t tell me stop

Grinding my whole to give a fuck
And if you got some haters shoot put em the trunk
Bitch We don’t fuck around UAV will light em up
Just pay attention closely say a word I’ll cut your tongue

[HOOK]

Left for dead we gon stack these bodies till the fall
Bitches scared, body bags of money in the walls
Can’t compare, beware just don’t set us off
We gon pull with that launcher, blows these bitches up
Left for dead we gon stack these bodies till the fall
Bitches scared—body bags of money in the walls
Can’t compare—beware just don’t set us off
We gon pull with that launcher, blows these bitches up

LEFT FOR DEAD [Prod. Ted Dillan]

[HOOK: VAGUE]

When your backs against the wall
Would you go back home?
Don't run away
Another day that goes by
When your backs against the wall
Would you go back home?
Don't run away
Another day that goes by

[VAGUE]

Theres many things that Ive taken all for granted
Yeah I said it, im only human so forget it
whatcha truley doin better for your life?
when you poppin all these pills and you tak'em with your wife
Got your kids that are cryin on the phone
Wishin that a sober daddy finally would come home
yeah
But will they ever fucken get it?
Broken promises from the past, you forgot it

[BRIDGE]

What you left behind
Would you think twice?
Would you?
Would you?
What you left behind
Would you think twice?
Would you?
Would you?

[T.R.I.P.]

It’s 3 am might’ve had too much to drink,
digging to deeper in my feelings bout to reach defeat
Broken hearts with a bunch of broken dreams 
Why the fuck you think these kids always wanna OD 
Feeling lost, always feel alone, spending every second on the fuckin road
My Soul is trying to leave me with no where to go 
If you find a way out of this hell, let me know

[HOOK: VAGUE]

When your backs against the wall
Would you go back home?
Don't run away
Another day that goes by
When your backs against the wall
Would you go back home?
Don't run away
Another day that goes by

NO TURNING BACK [Prod. HXRXKILLER]

[T.R.I.P.]

Put a buck shot in his chest and make'em bleed
Pussy wanna run up you gon meet the fuckin reaper
Yea you can say i’m so out of control
And i’m thinking of leaving them leaking
Cruising the highway to hell, what the fuck was I thinking?

Stay in the dark and just light up a candle
We about to perform all the rituals bitch
Grabbing the blindfold and tying you up
Got that sharp pocket knife for your throat to be slit
Me and my brotha we come from the crypt
Fucking with us and you Probabbly won’t live
Straight out the coven, and fucked succubus
Here’s a plot I don’t twist i'll apply your death wish

[VAGUE]

Stackin these corpses
Many of you I can torment
Banish you into the abyss
Everyone will be tortured
Don’t ever forget my name
And we’re handin out the flames
Walkin these halls, seein another body that can fall
Viewin a river of doubt
You just gotta Let it out

Murder a man down
With all of the shit that is goin down
UAV is here bouta take it now
In the final moments we gon make it loud
If you doubt, you know what you talkin bout
But if you still wanna test your luck
Fuck your feelins, we don’t give a fuck

ROTTING FEVER [Prod. NetuH]

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

UAV bouta pull up to the scene
And if you fuckin with me, come and join me underneath
See we just been here sinning homie, you don’t want no beef
Ain’t got no time for pussies playing on my fuckin creed
What u need?

[T.R.I.P.]

Fuckin on yo bitch in the driver seat and said
Never met a mothafucka just like me, I meant
UAV the motto and you just leeching bitch
Promise we are not the same, one is bleeding bitch

T.R.I.P. back with the 44
Now i’m out for revenge better get gone
Mothafuckas on my dick just to get known
All the fake pussies mothafuckas, better leave me alone cause i’m
Ready to bust in your shop
Taking the hammer and nails to yo chops
Taking the chain wrap around your neck
Mothafuckaz better give me respect cause i’m done

[VAGUE]

Been battling so long that my mind doesn’t know right from wrong
The devil tellin me that this life is not where I belong
Fuck if I know the world is shallow
I can’t breathe
Not all pain shows on the surface but it kills you underneath

Crawlin thru your skin
Why you let in?
Too many people scared and keep hidin from all they sins
Let the war begin as you’re dyin from within
It’s bleedin you, eatin you, takin over everythin till it’s feedin you

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

UAV bouta pull up to the scene
And if you fuckin with me, come and join me underneath
See we just been here sinning homie, you don’t want no beef
Ain’t got no time for pussies playing on my fuckin creed
What u need?

AUTOPSY OF LILITH GRAVER [Prod. Instinct]

[VAGUE]

Yeah, aye
Seem like i’m gettin closer to the fucken end of day
Someone take my pain away
I see my family fade away
I be savin everybody else all except my fucken myself
Who the fuck gonna add to life instead of given Hell?

My mind keeps movin
At the pace i’m given
When the fuck does all this pain i’m feelin start healin?
I’m just tryin to live the life that I chose
When in my depressive state
Know i’d rather be left alone  

When your life is at its bottom
Are you gonna pick yourself up try to solve that problem?
You’re only seein a couple roads down
But you’d rather choose to follow
Stead of thinkin bout today you need to think about tomorrow

Why you gonna leave your life to chance?
You’re livin in a trance and in a world with no foundation of any plans
Please just give it to yourself, try to make it out this Hell
Only way you can succeed, give it all and don’t rebel

[T.R.I.P]

I never gave any impressions that I be the type to fold
And I’m never looking back to my past cuz it was a joke 
Now please try tell something that I do not fuckin know 
Pussies on my fuckin dick but they hiding when I approach 
Bitches changing like seasons, for any apparent reason
Walking closer to the gates, as you feel your soul leaving 
Step foot inside my kingdom 
I’m sickin 'em with my demons
Feel the evil getting closer now there ain’t no way of leaving 

It’s the Plague 
Taking toll upon us everyday 
Tryin to fight off mental sickness, only so much we can take right 
Let me find out anybody in my way
Promise you gon get bullet punctured right throughout your brain right 

Falling straight into the money
All these rappers looking funny 
Corny mothafuckas acting edgy, dressin like they bummy
On purpose belong in hearses Uav is always working late nights
Here’s a toast for those confiding in the serpent

NIGHT TERROR [Prod. EYKEY]

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

[VAGUE]

Surrounded by the voices that are talkin’ in my head
Man I wake up all the time, really thinkin that I might be dead
Dealin with the stress, and you dealin with your fucken life
The reason that we do it, so that we fucken feel alive

All we see is play, but you can’t seem to find rewind
Hate the fact that fixin’ fuck-ups, always gonna take some time
Matter of fact, that your memories forever last
The Devil diggin’ deeper
Hopin he can bring up darker pasts

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

[T.R.I.P.]

I live a fast life, never on that slow paced shit
In my space ship doing donuts middle fingers to the masons 
Yea you mothafuckaz said that we’d never make it
Now i’m sitting back smoking like i’m on vacation Bitch

Staying low cuz you never know 
Plenty haters sitting back praying that u fold 
Watch these so called  “homies” all turn into hoes
Never get too comfortable stay up on your toes

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it?

BOUT IT [Prod. FALLEN]

[T.R.I.P]

Sit back and laughing at these pussies acting like they on to something
If you ain’t inside my circle I can’t fuck with you, your nothing, 
You just a waste of breath, bitch fuck you and your set 
It’s just of matter of time where trip came out to resurrect

When you hear dat click clack bang 
Bitch fuck around and let them bodies hang 
Give a fuck on what you say
I’m casually shitting on the game
Bitch you better learn your place 
Looking stupid as fuck with those tats on your face 
Looking for murder you next on the case 
Dedicated the body bags all with your name

[VAGUE]

Blood spillin
Runnin with a fucken AK
Pull it back and make it spray
Bitches fallin call it fucken mayday
Never weighin on my conscience
We just in the land of snakes
Pass your feelins, I can’t give a fuck
On daybreak

Never gonna find myself, and I hold that back
But the problem with all you bitches, that you runnin packs
I like to stay out up outta public like the Men in black
Just grab the gat, I cock it back, and pull the trigger on facts
Yeah

[O.G. Silent]

Its like damage and destruction and its no falling back
I’ll snatch a hater off his block and trap you need to relax
I'm creep creeping on a come up got the k with the mags
I'm street sweeping ain't no running chop a snake up in half
I come from da gutta underworld, got the .40 on the barrel
Lift 'em up like a under curl
Like a dog, i'm a thoroughbred bread
I smell the fear Dump u on the curb
Let it all burn
Youngins be killing no feelings
You fuck around shotty will blow off your ceiling dark days that we living
A cynic a menace i'm sick and i'm dead inside bitches offended
I take another hit from the kush now i'm ready for the lift off
Og game shit vato never been soft
They can't take the pressure really when I vent off
Pussy boys fem talk lined up in chalk
Fucking with a ex con but i'm real with it nah I ain't gassing you up like a exon
Slithering hoes get stepped on if you ain't down with the shit you can flip to the next song

VIPER (Feat. O.G. Silent)

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