Imp in Disguise Lyrics

No pressure, Collo

I'm turnt, finna kill these niggas

His brain's gonna fly like a pigeon

Copper bullet to his chest and his face

Run him down, finna catch this case

No prints, no face, no case, uh huh

Talkin' shit, finna put him in his place

Like a dirby in moshpit, mobs gonna mop this nigga with a cactus

Fuck around and you gon get bop next

Lil' bitch can't fuck with me

His blood's gonna spray like a paint

Gonna die by the hands of death

His neck gonna slit with a blade

Lil' bitch can't fuck with me

His blood's gonna spray like a paint

Gonna die by the hands of death

His neck gonna slit with a blade

Got em' runnin'

Even when it's rainin' you'll get this heat like it's sunny

You're looking and laughin' like you think somethin' funny

But if I pull up with rifles you gonna act like a dummy

Better walk it than talkin' it

I'm not into that talkin' shit

All my niggas are psychopaths

And we laughin' when killin' it

See your soul, I'm stealin' it

Look at my wrist, I'm cuttin' it

I bring the fire, I'm spittin' it

He runnin' up, get the gun

Tommy gun, I'm about to spill a nigga

I'm a sinner, nigga

Itchy trigger finger

Kill a pussy nigga, Kinda shitty nigga

"Show some mercy, nigga" Ain't no mercy nigga

Bouta splat a nigga

Put a fuckboy in a coffin

Lil' bitch can't fuck with me

His blood's gonna spray like a paint

Gonna die by the hands of death

His neck gonna slit with a blade

Lil' bitch can't fuck with me

His blood's gonna spray like a paint

Gonna die by the hands of death

His neck gonna slit with a blade