DEADCELL ft. KiD KAMi Lyrics

I smoke gas, no FK, GER, my sales don't fuck round bitch

If you step, yo mind must be strong, best believe I'll burn that bridge

Cus' I don't give fucks about you

And I don't give fucks about him

Lil bitch you stay talking bout me

I'll pull and feed you that beam

This stupid ass bitch think I just sold my soul

When in reality we smoked a bowl

Getting real high now the smoke in our dome

Don't think I'm listening about yo hoes

Don't think I'm listening about yo shit

Yo music is trash, up in the bin

My music is gas, we getting lit

They peeping my flow cus' they know I done switched

I'ma pull up cus' my way is gritty

Got a few stans to suck on my glizzy

They gladiators, but ain't with me

Because I can handle a thousand lil' bitties

Finger on trigger, I touch, collateral

I'm in my element, whore I feel natural

And I'm with KiD KAMi, we body, factual

Fucking with us boy that's gon' turn you annual

It's gon' turn you annual bitch, you know what that mean?

It means we gon' pull up and rip through ya flesh, we be digging for ya spleen

And he has audacity, to claim he the best, I'll lay him to rest

I'll say it with chest, we be the best, you know there ain't no opposing

I do not like

To talk about shit or apologize

The thing I know how to do best is make mothers cry

Actively looking for bodies to brutalize

All the voices in my head saying gun em' down

Cause they do not like the way he run out his mouth

You been a pussy since you was an ultrasound

I just got paid, of course she wanna fuck me now

Boy you so pussy that you is a c-section

Thinking he better but who is he besting

I just wanna fuck I don't care bout affection

Blade on my body yea soon as I step in

We get to swinging bitch just like it's Tekken

He think for a second he reckon I'm wrecking

We skinning him up so it look like he shedding

Boy you fake hard like Viagra erections

I smoke gas, no FK, GER, my sales don't fuck round bitch

If you step, yo mind must be strong, best believe I'll burn that bridge

Cus' I don't give fucks about you

And I don't give fucks about him

Lil bitch you stay talking bout me

I'll pull and feed you that beam

This stupid ass bitch think I just sold my soul

When in reality we smoked a bowl

Getting real high now the smoke in our dome

Don't think I'm listening about yo hoes

Don't think I'm listening about yo shit

Yo music is trash, up in the bin

My music is gas, we getting lit

They peeping my flow cus' they know I done switched