YOU WANT IT UNTIL YOU REALIZE WHAT IT IS ft. YVNG $ICK & GUERRILLA KA$iNO Lyrics

I'm a fallen angel and that's till the day I die

KA1TA's out there lurking best you run and hide

I'm hanging round them killers from the lower 9

I'm boxing shipping pussies off mass genocide shit look like the holocaust

Yeah my trigger finger itching pussyboy don't make me shoot it

We stay more strapped up than Russia and Putin

F.A.R. on top

No time for disputing

I'm still out here abusing

Abusing all the drugs that I can get my hands on

I done took a little break but I think it's about that time I showed you motherfuckers how we do it

What do I have to do to keep my ass from losing

Northside killer F.A.R. gorilla popped a perc and now I'm moving like a zombie off of thriller

Yeah this semiautomatic flashing stupid motherfuckers thinking that we taking pictures

Yeah you fuck up and to me your dead I don't really like to make amends burning bibles seems to be the latest fucking trend

Get them $ick!

Triple 6 you clueless bitch

Laced my blunt still faced that shit

Sayin I ain't with the shit damn y'all must be smokin dick

Empty out my fuckin clips

Watchin as the blood drips

Physco maniac can't help it but to fuckin kill this shit

Finna turn they ass to slop

Gon head grab the fuckin chop

They done heard that YVNG $ICK slid the block with a Taurus and a Glock

Damn pop me a pink pill pop me a blue pill

I don't really give a fuck I'm keeping it too real

Acid tab up on my tongue I feel like fuckin Lou Will

Cali kush clouds floating on a fuckin high hill

Kings of the underground

Don't you ever fucking doubt

Motherfuckers know what we about

Yeah they know what we about

All up in my face

But you got nothing prove

Puffing up yo chest

But you scared to make a move

Skinny jeans

Way below the belt

I'll make you trip bruh

Hatred for your motherfucking mom the way she raised you

Talkin to yo homie now he scared I move like REACHER

Beat him fucking senseless showing lessons like the teacher

Praying for yo motherfucking life like you a preacher

All up in my face

But you got nothing prove

Puffing up yo chest

But you scared to make a move

Skinny jeans

Way below the belt

I'll make you trip bruh

Hatred for your motherfucking mom

The way she raised you