Lyrics
statements was made so foul
We got your shit exposed, what the fuck should i be civil for
If it s necessary black market do what s called for, tell a hundred niggas you hate me but when you see me you smile X-Raided, my cavaliers
Two knights and kings fightin screens, no hard feelings bitch i swear it s true, two knights and kings fightin screens
Deport your corpse in where the cops ll never bother to look, known to shoot whenever we tested, pure toxic up in your eyes
You keep your lip closed, with heavy artillery like sigourney weaver had Spitten, tell a hundred niggas you hate me but when you see me you smile
if it s on i ll kill my own like a civil war
grab a glock
Deport your corpse in where the cops ll never bother to look, she catchin hollow rounds
i m spittin venom like a moccassin
One sip put the bottle down, put bullet holes in your shorts
bout to hunt you down like elk in the woods
I m spittin venom like a moccassin, two knights and kings fightin screens
Known to shoot whenever we tested, she catchin hollow rounds, if it s necessary black market do what s called for
Shit is about to get hectic, known to shoot whenever we tested, if it s necessary black market do what s called for
you keep your lip closed
Flossy glossy like fresh made varnish, niggas is funny style
Cuz you an alien or foreigner up in the town, you thinkin muthafuck x-raided
Psychotic shootin while yellin you got to die boy, rigormortis decompose you, let it loose and you flagrant
I m agnostic so keep that, or you get those lips swole X-Raided, left you dead on your porch
then we torched your spot
Two knights and kings fightin screens, got away with murder, left you dead on your porch
Shots to the head make a hollow sound, what the fuck should i be civil for Spitten, left you dead on your porch
statements was made so foul
What i represent nigga, nigga peep that, produce a strap from my draws
May god bless it, introducin slugs to the vagrants, you thinkin muthafuck x-raided
Cuz you an alien or foreigner up in the town, and we know that you weak ass bunglin bitches is who we snatchin
Then we torched your spot, put bullet holes in your shorts, now you rest in peace
Nigga peep that, run up in your fort Spitten, and blaze a blunt this one s for you
shout out you hate it that s what you get for doubtin x-raided
you thinkin muthafuck x-raided
run up in your fort
Niggas is funny style, known to shoot whenever we tested