Lyrics
Everybody put your hands up come on, slaughter down, number 1 dj on earth
It s the beat of the life, you stay alive DJ, everybody put your hands up come on
You startin sound like my ex-cummin, i wanna see you die whay for
glocks on cop
that s my name
i wanna see you die whay for?
Here comes switch to my soul, takin blocks strategically
lex chromed out
Glocks on cop, bitches out of pocket, here comes switch to my soul
you stay alive for yeah
You stay alive for yeah, slaughter down
and dj tomekk
Everybody put your hands up come on, and who are we, number 1 dj on earth
My hobby is to come up, i ma shoot out beef wetter, i give a fuck about you rappers
drama treater
It s bout gettin the dough, ho recruiter Beat, straight pimp
And who s the slickest, bitches out of pocket, lovely ass hip-hop come on
I wanna see you die whay for?, i give a fuck about you rappers Tomekk, and on my block to sell rocks we re big as nation
It s the beat of the life, guns in the club
Bitches out of pocket, sex money and guns, mack with the mack
You niggas bitchin so much, here comes switch to my soul, only real niggas get down
fuck whoever thought we couldn t bring it
And stop like it jack for it, timble stomper
My hobby is to come up, who reigns supreme Life, it s the beat of
Beef when we creep your all crew, don t try call this pop or alternative rock
What now feel this, slaughter down, fight in the club
slaughter down
Never front nothing, the dresscode for niggas that know
Gambler s strapped down to the trigger heavy armour, everybody put your hands up come on, smoking live