LIFE'S SHIT ft. BL'aQ Lyrics

Yo

Life is shit

And I know that shit just mixed if I shot that corn I might end his life

And that stroll mans gonna hear that prick woah

You might get that tick if I don't take him then Man them will

Gas four four would the tellers will

If I don't get him then Michael will wait

I might hold that shit like a mans not hot you might think I'mma Michael Dapper

My man's on the block tryna act up riley bang him off cuh I ain't no capper

How come your man turn RIP thought you said he's a driller

I'm stay one there with hands on deck cuh mans on the hood like fire

Ima do that shit like a abracadabra freestyle

Watch you don't pull off a minus

Most at times I'm high so they call me your highness

Pull up in a blacked in hiverse

I don't know why them man dem call themselves drillers but when they see the 5th they hiding

Please come outside thought you said you were gliding

Bust man off when it's red

By green light, he already know he turn corpse

Heat man up in his chest! Protect your head forget your arms

Wait a second is he wearing a vest?

Kuerf man right in his neck

That's where he get burned

Told you the heat gets tensed, when it comes to 5th all the opps dem dead 

He got got live and flesh

Men I inject Rambo blades into chest

Make man scream instant death

Rip out your flesh make make man see red

We spot dem opps, we make dem stress

Talking bout stress?

Told bad b all she ever gave me was sex

Bleeding, I left man bleeding greasing

Jerk him up I hear him screaming

Splash man down till he cannot move I guess his soul is leaving

His body oh I seen it

ZK slide in the middle like grealish

I pray to Allah I repent from sinning

And if I don't I guess these Rambo's twinning

Demon time

I just love it when it's demon time

When the lights go off and Satan is around

Then you for yourself know it's about that time

Yah

Hear knocks on your door shit bang

Pray to your Lord that the wap just jam

Back this smoke once I rise and tan

Count my days back Feds said I ain't  commit no crime

Chat bout smoke too long we bill him, Dip eight inches in him

Make man cry in the ends

Nerdies keep on chatting bout drillings

You don't know about me but if I know about you then we got a problem

5th side shit that's spartan Harlem

Them gees chat they get smoke in silence

Life is shit and niggas ain't shit

Walking in the west my waist there's a blick

BLAQ on BLAQ on this no tricks

Did niggas dirty I might be chip

Got a bad bitch in here in my whip

D in her mouth

My hands on her hip

My mouth on her nip

Yh I got that grip

Shoddy's life and she's a bitch

Niggas wanna test me lately I'm fucked up

I'll have a bailey

Married to the hustle the money my baby

Fucking the hustle night and daily

Caught Gazo put two in his head

Why? Cause Gazo stole my bread

Nah fuck it Gazo dead

Before he died Gazo made me shed

Pull up with a graba

Made niggas bleed in Prada

Since then niggas call me Baba

Man them fix shit call him Zaza

Met the devil he ain't shit

I swear I'm evil than that bitch

Took his powers and made him quit

Yh you heard it nigga I admit

Like what

Like huh

Surprised I made the cut

Nigga duh

On God

This better drill the chat

Somebody tell Central Cee to leave Doja Cat for me

Who's your opp?

Can't be us

They don't want the smoke

Nigga pass

Hear civilians screaming stop this violence

Lol

That's what we on

Like how can we stop cuh the opps keep vibing

It just gets us bored

Yh bro life's a bitch

And bitches ain't shit

Me then you together bro

I never go want switch