CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : NO TALKING!
(Hook : UNDEAD PAPI)
b*t*h, f**k up out my face
I ain't with that talking, let it spray
f**k what you gotta say
You got a problem let it spray
b*t*h, keep that energy, come outside I let it rain
b*t*h, you a silver spoon, I run up break 'ya f**king plate
(Verse 1 : T0RTVRE)
On foe nem my n***a, these n***as are tripping. They paying dem hoes onlyfans why they simping. the summer im dressing all black i be dripping. My n***a yo time gon be up, da clock ticking. I'm Grabbing dat choppa dem bodies be flipping. I'm catching you slipping, you run like a chicken. You talking dat sh*t I don't care dat you kidding. You n***as be hating, you mad cause I'm winning. Blast dat behemoth or b*t*h we ain't f**king. Waisted my time stupid b*t*h you ain't nothing. Ion do favors you b*t*hes be bugging. Don't give a f**k dat you b*t*hes want something. Me and my n***a undead in this b*t*h, we be killing this sh*t, yea we keeping it bussing
Dissing my homies we loading the pipes, we gone drive by yo block, you won't see dat sh*t coming
Keeping dat strap all tucking
Smoking dat loud i be puffing
b*t*h, goofy ass hoe i ain't coming
Lying to my face why these b*t*hes be bluffing
Stupid ass goofy ass n***a got me f**ked up. Talking all dat sh*t that muhf**ka' better run up. f**k around and get 'yo f**king house all blown up. Feeling like I'm varg, watch a f**king church burn up
(Hook : UNDEAD PAPI)
b*t*h, f**k up out my face
I ain't with that talking, let it spray
f**k what you gotta say
You got a problem let it spray
b*t*h, keep that energy, come outside I let it rain
b*t*h, you a silver spoon, I run up break 'ya f**king plate
(Verse 2 : UNDEAD PAPI)
All 'em shell case dropping
Homicide my only dropping
p*ss up on 'ya coffin, closed casket 'ya mother sobbing
Where 'ya f**king noggin, body blown up by a rocket
Undead up the carnage, got ya whole family boxed in
Blow limbs off while they walking
Go head to 'ya grave crawling
Funeral service mocking
Smoking dead opps coughing
Count 'ya f**king losses
You f**ked up with all that talking
You a puddle on the ground now
Jakes gone get to mopping, b*t*h!
b*t*h, f**k up out my face
I ain't with that talking, let it spray
f**k what you gotta say
You got a problem let it spray
b*t*h, keep that energy, come outside I let it rain
b*t*h, you a silver spoon, I run up break 'ya f**king plate
(Verse 1 : T0RTVRE)
On foe nem my n***a, these n***as are tripping. They paying dem hoes onlyfans why they simping. the summer im dressing all black i be dripping. My n***a yo time gon be up, da clock ticking. I'm Grabbing dat choppa dem bodies be flipping. I'm catching you slipping, you run like a chicken. You talking dat sh*t I don't care dat you kidding. You n***as be hating, you mad cause I'm winning. Blast dat behemoth or b*t*h we ain't f**king. Waisted my time stupid b*t*h you ain't nothing. Ion do favors you b*t*hes be bugging. Don't give a f**k dat you b*t*hes want something. Me and my n***a undead in this b*t*h, we be killing this sh*t, yea we keeping it bussing
Dissing my homies we loading the pipes, we gone drive by yo block, you won't see dat sh*t coming
Keeping dat strap all tucking
Smoking dat loud i be puffing
b*t*h, goofy ass hoe i ain't coming
Lying to my face why these b*t*hes be bluffing
Stupid ass goofy ass n***a got me f**ked up. Talking all dat sh*t that muhf**ka' better run up. f**k around and get 'yo f**king house all blown up. Feeling like I'm varg, watch a f**king church burn up
(Hook : UNDEAD PAPI)
b*t*h, f**k up out my face
I ain't with that talking, let it spray
f**k what you gotta say
You got a problem let it spray
b*t*h, keep that energy, come outside I let it rain
b*t*h, you a silver spoon, I run up break 'ya f**king plate
(Verse 2 : UNDEAD PAPI)
All 'em shell case dropping
Homicide my only dropping
p*ss up on 'ya coffin, closed casket 'ya mother sobbing
Where 'ya f**king noggin, body blown up by a rocket
Undead up the carnage, got ya whole family boxed in
Blow limbs off while they walking
Go head to 'ya grave crawling
Funeral service mocking
Smoking dead opps coughing
Count 'ya f**king losses
You f**ked up with all that talking
You a puddle on the ground now
Jakes gone get to mopping, b*t*h!
