CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : HORNHEAD
(You're a Gxner!)
Hoe I'm geeked up, I've been throwing up, off all these xans
Hoe get my meat up, got me taking off designer pants
If we link up, promise there's a hatchet in my hands
I've been getting dirty money, I got blood all on my bands
I got a bomb inside the backpack
Gripping on an AK like I just came outta Baghdad
I been catching bodies though, like match that
There's another two down, gotta drag that
Pull up to the party, turn my hoe into a zombie
Yeah I guess she looking pretty, she look better when she rotting
I got bombs inside the trunk like I just came out of Saudi
I got shells up in the pump if a poser want to copy
(You're about to get Yaux'd)
Your designer got some blood up on that sh*t
Talk a lot, I put my knuckles on your lip
Make a pu**y think that he don’t wanna live
Make a motherf**ker regret what he did
Your supreme is stained with red, uh
Why the f**k you yap your trap, this sh*t isn’t a Ted Talk?
Walking down Wall Street, I make these maggots f**king dead, uh
I’m a f**king monster, better watch under your bed, uh
Curb stomp a pedo, I’m sinking a body like free throw
I’m lighting his a** up like Greedo, uh
I make him sick, now his face turning green like he CeeLo
No, they don’t see no morals, they wanna beef, wanna quarrel
I make his head do a twirl, using a body for curls
Cannot resell your damn merch, you got blood on your shirt, I was making you hurl
Hoe I'm geeked up, I've been throwing up, off all these xans
Hoe get my meat up, got me taking off designer pants
If we link up, promise there's a hatchet in my hands
I've been getting dirty money, I got blood all on my bands
Hoe I'm geeked up, I've been throwing up, off all these xans
Hoe get my meat up, got me taking off designer pants
If we link up, promise there's a hatchet in my hands
I've been getting dirty money, I got blood all on my bands
Hoe I'm geeked up, I've been throwing up, off all these xans
Hoe get my meat up, got me taking off designer pants
If we link up, promise there's a hatchet in my hands
I've been getting dirty money, I got blood all on my bands
I got a bomb inside the backpack
Gripping on an AK like I just came outta Baghdad
I been catching bodies though, like match that
There's another two down, gotta drag that
Pull up to the party, turn my hoe into a zombie
Yeah I guess she looking pretty, she look better when she rotting
I got bombs inside the trunk like I just came out of Saudi
I got shells up in the pump if a poser want to copy
(You're about to get Yaux'd)
Your designer got some blood up on that sh*t
Talk a lot, I put my knuckles on your lip
Make a pu**y think that he don’t wanna live
Make a motherf**ker regret what he did
Your supreme is stained with red, uh
Why the f**k you yap your trap, this sh*t isn’t a Ted Talk?
Walking down Wall Street, I make these maggots f**king dead, uh
I’m a f**king monster, better watch under your bed, uh
Curb stomp a pedo, I’m sinking a body like free throw
I’m lighting his a** up like Greedo, uh
I make him sick, now his face turning green like he CeeLo
No, they don’t see no morals, they wanna beef, wanna quarrel
I make his head do a twirl, using a body for curls
Cannot resell your damn merch, you got blood on your shirt, I was making you hurl
Hoe I'm geeked up, I've been throwing up, off all these xans
Hoe get my meat up, got me taking off designer pants
If we link up, promise there's a hatchet in my hands
I've been getting dirty money, I got blood all on my bands
Hoe I'm geeked up, I've been throwing up, off all these xans
Hoe get my meat up, got me taking off designer pants
If we link up, promise there's a hatchet in my hands
I've been getting dirty money, I got blood all on my bands
