SeBastard - SINISTER Lyrics

Who gon' fucken let, I water and don't feed myself
Seein' fear, I wanna lock it, put it on my shelf
I can't breathe, bitch I need something for my fucken health
Turning on the TV, in the well like Ring
Go to hell, might be
I don't think he like me
Make him see the high beams
Give his ass a nice scene
He gon' need a type beat
Fuck your sound, gonna scream
Fuck around, gotta leave
Bitches hound, gotta leash
I'm gon' need some fucken water, I can't even stop
Turn his house into a slaughter, Sinister my drop
Why he need his fucken homies, guess he totin' WAP
No exposin', I ain't asking, take his fucken spot
I guess I'll never learn to handle, till I fucken rot
I'm sportin' Nike sandals, lay me where I fucken want
Burn my bloody candle, mattress, and whatever not
Bolted to the ground, I'm waving, call it fucken taunt
Pussy only gon' rebel, so I give him hell
Like I'm fucken Walter White, I use a second cell
Split his face like fucken Moses, who he gonna tell
I don't even gotta hold it, ain't about to spell
Who gon' fucken let, I water and don't feed myself
Seein' fear, I wanna lock it, put it on my shelf
I can't breathe, bitch I need something for my fucken health
Turning on the TV, in the well like Ring
Go to hell, might be
I don't think he like me
Make him see the high beams
Give his ass a nice scene
He gon' need a type beat
Fuck your sound, gonna scream
Fuck around, gotta leave
Bitches hound, gotta leash

Who gon' fucken let, I water and don't feed myself
Seein' fear, I wanna lock it, put it on my shelf
I can't breathe, bitch I need something for my fucken health
Turning on the TV, in the well like Ring
Go to hell, might be
I don't think he like me
Make him see the high beams
Give his ass a nice scene
He gon' need a type beat
Fuck your sound, gonna scream
Fuck around, gotta leave
Bitches hound, gotta leash
I'm gon' need some fucken water, I can't even stop
Turn his house into a slaughter, Sinister my drop
Why he need his fucken homies, guess he totin' WAP
No exposin', I ain't asking, take his fucken spot
I guess I'll never learn to handle, till I fucken rot
I'm sportin' Nike sandals, lay me where I fucken want
Burn my bloody candle, mattress, and whatever not
Bolted to the ground, I'm waving, call it fucken taunt
Pussy only gon' rebel, so I give him hell
Like I'm fucken Walter White, I use a second cell
Split his face like fucken Moses, who he gonna tell
I don't even gotta hold it, ain't about to spell
Who gon' fucken let, I water and don't feed myself
Seein' fear, I wanna lock it, put it on my shelf
I can't breathe, bitch I need something for my fucken health
Turning on the TV, in the well like Ring
Go to hell, might be
I don't think he like me
Make him see the high beams
Give his ass a nice scene
He gon' need a type beat
Fuck your sound, gonna scream
Fuck around, gotta leave
Bitches hound, gotta leash