Mvko, Jmattson - FIN Lyrics

Ayy that bitch is older than me but she callin me her father
If I pull up on a pussy boy you know he getting slaughtered tried to tell these motherfuckers if they run up they some goners Ayy Ayy
Shorty said that she don’t give no head but yet she suckin dick
Knew it when I met her she don’t know just who she fuckin with
Fuck that bitch, I got beats to kill and I got blunts to hit Ayy ayy
Sparking it up with the bic
Hellhound militia don’t fuck with the clique
MVKO and Mattson we slaying your bitch
Tumaggz and witchouse invading your crib
Lotta you rappers as fake as it get
Talkin that shit take a blade to your ribs
talkin that shit imma razor your wrist
I gotta dip and I’m taking yo bitch
Want that smoke come and run that fade bitch I got that dope smoke a blunt each day and I lost control now I’m fuckin crazy
Fuck this shit motherfuck you hoe
Got a blunt that’s lit and another rolled yeah we run this shit they too fuckin slow ayy
Hhm we killin shit
We choppin heads like guillotines
The Sickness takin over me
Lock me inside of quarintene
Actin like a friend to my face but you talkin shit as soon as I'm gone
Bitch I been about my shit since the moment I was fuckin born
Hit the blunt
Fly away
If you wanna die today just bang my line we pull on up and bust some shots and drive away
gonna come out on top
Know it's our time never need no watch
Drinkin in public runnin from the cops
Always down for the ones off tops
We worked for this we took our time
Anyone can flex online so boy sit down take my advice
Stay out of our line of sight
I'm lifted like icarus twisted like licorice promise you boy you dont wanna get into this
All of you rappers irrelevant
Stay in your lane
You're paying for plays hoe

Ayy that bitch is older than me but she callin me her father
If I pull up on a pussy boy you know he getting slaughtered tried to tell these motherfuckers if they run up they some goners Ayy Ayy
Shorty said that she don’t give no head but yet she suckin dick
Knew it when I met her she don’t know just who she fuckin with
Fuck that bitch, I got beats to kill and I got blunts to hit Ayy ayy
Sparking it up with the bic
Hellhound militia don’t fuck with the clique
MVKO and Mattson we slaying your bitch
Tumaggz and witchouse invading your crib
Lotta you rappers as fake as it get
Talkin that shit take a blade to your ribs
talkin that shit imma razor your wrist
I gotta dip and I’m taking yo bitch
Want that smoke come and run that fade bitch I got that dope smoke a blunt each day and I lost control now I’m fuckin crazy
Fuck this shit motherfuck you hoe
Got a blunt that’s lit and another rolled yeah we run this shit they too fuckin slow ayy
Hhm we killin shit
We choppin heads like guillotines
The Sickness takin over me
Lock me inside of quarintene
Actin like a friend to my face but you talkin shit as soon as I'm gone
Bitch I been about my shit since the moment I was fuckin born
Hit the blunt
Fly away
If you wanna die today just bang my line we pull on up and bust some shots and drive away
gonna come out on top
Know it's our time never need no watch
Drinkin in public runnin from the cops
Always down for the ones off tops
We worked for this we took our time
Anyone can flex online so boy sit down take my advice
Stay out of our line of sight
I'm lifted like icarus twisted like licorice promise you boy you dont wanna get into this
All of you rappers irrelevant
Stay in your lane
You're paying for plays hoe