VultKult, Zay - Perish Lyrics

Nigga pulled up with a knife, brought a battle axe
555 on the back of the Cadillac
VK ride by my side, better hold me back
Shorty throwing ass in my lap, bet I make it clap
All of these bitches got me feeling gorgeous
I drop one time and they begging for more of this
Boot to the dome I'm the captain, no Morgan
99 roses, they call me a florist
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
555 on the back of the Cadillac
Knick knack nigga give a fuck about some paddywhack
Niggas get cracked if they talking back,
Shorty throw ass, get caught like a quarterback
Shot after shot, give a fuck about pace
Tote two revolvers, take 12 to the face
Look for my soul and you'll see it's erased
It's no surprise that I turned out this way, but
Now you're fucking with the playlist killa
In a couple years, I'm gonna be A-list nigga
Shoot at everything, they call me aimless nigga
Imma break the disc and leave you gameless nigga
I ain't this nigga right here and that's no cap
FAL, I be giving niggas slow claps
Dump and leave his body on the road, where's your soul at?
Do them like Vogue, Billy Loomis centerfold that, nigga
Nigga pulled up with a knife, brought a battle axe
555 on the back of the Cadillac
VK ride by my side, better hold me back
Shorty throwing ass in my lap, bet I make it clap
All of these bitches got me feeling gorgeous
I drop one time and they begging for more of this
Boot to the dome I'm the captain, no Morgan
99 roses, they call me a florist
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah

Nigga pulled up with a knife, brought a battle axe
555 on the back of the Cadillac
VK ride by my side, better hold me back
Shorty throwing ass in my lap, bet I make it clap
All of these bitches got me feeling gorgeous
I drop one time and they begging for more of this
Boot to the dome I'm the captain, no Morgan
99 roses, they call me a florist
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
555 on the back of the Cadillac
Knick knack nigga give a fuck about some paddywhack
Niggas get cracked if they talking back,
Shorty throw ass, get caught like a quarterback
Shot after shot, give a fuck about pace
Tote two revolvers, take 12 to the face
Look for my soul and you'll see it's erased
It's no surprise that I turned out this way, but
Now you're fucking with the playlist killa
In a couple years, I'm gonna be A-list nigga
Shoot at everything, they call me aimless nigga
Imma break the disc and leave you gameless nigga
I ain't this nigga right here and that's no cap
FAL, I be giving niggas slow claps
Dump and leave his body on the road, where's your soul at?
Do them like Vogue, Billy Loomis centerfold that, nigga
Nigga pulled up with a knife, brought a battle axe
555 on the back of the Cadillac
VK ride by my side, better hold me back
Shorty throwing ass in my lap, bet I make it clap
All of these bitches got me feeling gorgeous
I drop one time and they begging for more of this
Boot to the dome I'm the captain, no Morgan
99 roses, they call me a florist
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah