Sinister Lyrics

Boutta get lit in this bitch

Carats sit on the wrist

Breathe

My dogs off the leash

Breeze

Your doggy gon' sit

Wait, brr

Let off the stick

Check on your buddy I'm sure he got hit

Deceased

I'm sure we don't miss

Shit

Shit

Shit

Shit

Shit

Look how I step sinister

Walking around like a prime-minister

Eyes peeling out

She want it raw

Kids in her

I rid of her

I want a stick with five bullets in

Fire

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury my kids in her like corpses

Fucking the system up like Morpheus

I don't need none of y'all endorsements

She at my service huh

Like soldiers

Gobbling my shit up

Looking gorgeous

She fucks like a bunny so she love it when I spray shells

She gon' pick 'em up,

I get bloody she gon' lick me up

Halloween she loves the treats

We not in Paris but for me she be dressing like it's fashion week

Bending her back and I'm breaking it

I'm like a felon I'm breaking and entering

We baked and I'm spanking it

My bitch's intelligent but she a degenerate in the sheets

Too big

Too thick

Got that bitch screaming like

Shit

Shit

Shit

Shit

Shit

Look how I step sinister

Walking around like a prime-minister

Eyes peeling out

She want it raw

Kids in her

I rid of her

I want a stick with five bullets in

Fire

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury 'em

Bury these bitches

I'm ahead of these bitches

They thinking they winning I left 'em in stitches

I cherish my missus

We never on BS

She know what the deal is I

Leave my dick in it so it marinates in it

My business ain't none of y'all business

Been delivering lethal lines

Take a little or you gon' OD on 'em

On my Walter White shit she gon' scream my name

On my Harriet shit I'm gon' free the gang

You ain't in control bitch you can't play the game

Different levels I elevate

Left in the dust I'm in front

Like it's a rabbit and turtle race

I pull up and instantly take your place

Take your bitch

Take your fame

Tuck your chain

Found your little body scattered I take the blame

The gun bark everybody can catch a stray

And my boys Bart Simpson the way that they misbehave

At a burial site on a date with my bitch

Bend her over a grave and I hit it

Shit

Shit

At a burial site on a date with my bitch

Bend her over a grave and I hit

Hit it

Hit it

Hit it, yeah

Hit it

Hit it

Hit it

Hit it, yeah

Hit it,

Hit it

Hit it

Hit it, yeah

Hit it

Hit it

Hit it, yeah

Hit it