Deranged Lyrics

I got extra guns but I ain't committing suicide I'm that fool, when I ride someone gotta die

I look fly with my fingers to the motherfuckin' sky I'm getting married but it's money's it's not a fuckin' bride

I'll speed up, I swear to God, I'll leave your ass behind 23 shots, ain't no way this fucker gon' survive

When I was Stone, I hit anybody if we is allied if you ain't help me out, ain't no way that your ass is alive

When no one trusted me, I was moving like a lie every time a homie asked, I would always just take five

I was posted up on the block and never went live people see me in that whip, and then they just run to hide

Real Wilmington street, boy, I just never play built this trap from the bottom like this shit was clay

And what the fuck is wrong with you Peons, you bitches gay I keep a full clip loaded to get them out my way

You fools know I'm hkunxhko, I'm Five-Nine till I decay, A AR-10 with a scope, I don't trust no K

A superhero that you'll need, I don't wear no cape and every time I get a check, I split it like cake

Just tryna live the Childhood dreams back when we was eight I never expected it was gonna end up in the lake

I never gave a fuck when some of my boys turned fake and you know karma got me back when I turned to a snake

You know that hkunxhko got your back cause I move without brakes You know I ain't never getting it right cause I cook it with bake

Every time you see my products, you gotta see flakes every time you see a set, you gotta see fakes

I got a hella people that I'm hoping beat that case If they don't, you won't see my ass for fucking days

My heart and soul feel too grown, it aint for this age and fuck May, I don't even wanna see that date

And fuck my size, I don't even want this fucking name and fuck these diamonds, I don't even want these fucking chains

I whip the same recipe, but it don't taste the same different traps, same slums, but it's me to blame

I'm laughing at this bitch, I still get money from Kane I'm trying to meet my idol, where's the go, here's the game

I get up from my ass and go get it, I don't complain and if I don't ever get it, it's something i don't claim

Since a little kid, I ain't never been afraid It's life or death, trust me, I'ma risk it for some pay

I got a Glock 19X, I don't need a fade cause if I throw my hands, your stomach gon' tremble, braids

Dirty ass, depressed ass, whore you trying to use your ways who you think I am, bitch, I ain't getting caught in the maze

I don't even trip about shit, you can't look at my face You and your bitch, still in they motherfucking days

A big bastard, homie, that's what the fuck I portray made it rain on your block, turn this bitch into DoomsDay

Half of these problems with these bitches is just that I don't care Yo man said that we beef, but he don't make me aware

And how the fuck we finna beef with that Peon a square? I shoot movin targets, I ain't ever shooting at the air

I play it dirty in the streets ain't ever playing fair She saying that she pregnant, throw your ass down the stairs

He already peed his pants, I barely gave a stare unorganized ass hoe go back to pre-k pick up chairs

Whenever I see myself, it's the only time I'm scared whenever I spoke to that witch, she kept me in her prayers

She said it was too much pain, there's too many layers I'm still outside, keeping this shit player

I still give my boys sheets, giving them some flavors I still keep the full clip for the side that hate us