AGORA - YUNG DORI, $uicideboy$, RIVERSIDE JYNN

I be that schizo motherfucker

Walking with a shovel

Keep the bodies covered

Lurking with my brothers

Killers by the hundred

Bleed out my fucking eyes

$carecrow the glorified

Fuckboys get mortified

Bitches get traumatized

Can’t you see in my eyes

My heart’s been paralyzed

Never apologize

God’s been disqualified

Demons are calling us

My soul’s been compromised

59 homicides

59 mommas cry

Just got a motherfucking hand full of cash out

Spend it all already on a head full of hash hoe

Hope the weed will last yo

Half a dub already smoked

Turning ghost I’m burning Os

Drunk and I go and I do this shit often

And I know what they talk

And then pull out the weapon we’ll see how it goes

Bitch get that stuff but she sick in the snow

She bend the knee and now her

Whole throat feeling closed

Snow leopard seeking throws

Throwing bones his clothes ain’t glowing

Bitch they need to keep you froze

Nigga it’s me and my people

Point my hitta’s to you that’s a free throw

It’s the Crackhead, rolling up napkins

Have to talk all my shit I’m a beast though

Started off tucking them pounds

They tucking up rounds

And not with the fucking around

Pull out the chopper

If you start walking with them

Imma start cutting shit down

Imma re-up in a couple of weeks

And be rich with the squad like a couple of g’s

Fuck with my niggas we coming for keeps

Had to pull out the fader it fucked up the streets

I ain’t the nigga who stuck on the streets

If you ready the die don’t say nothing to me

Imma bust out the track and then bust out the trap

I just put in that work for a fuck load of green

Gas in the bag never stuck on no E

I’m just living our life feeling good as can be

If you see what I saw and you lived round my parts

You’d be starving like Marvin or busting the heat

I’m just that nigga you couldn’t compete

Got that grass in the bag like there’s wood in the tree

If you asking for action then we let you have it

You niggas afraid that you wouldn’t want beef

How bout your bae when I wooded her deep

Has your bitch on my knee yelling put it to me

Need to pack up her bags and say get the fuck out

Cause her ass is so fat when she put on them jeans

I don’t want static and you don’t want heat

Pull the burner out that bag and it’s hooked to your bean

Hood on the head and I’m bout to run up

On this nigga who died just for looking at me

I be so nutty my wrist be so floody

The ice it be dripping just fucked up the scene

Sipping on sprite like that stuff is for cheap

And my tummy is numb that’s a cup of some lean

I be just chilling with me and my villains

You snitching you rats give up fuck 'bout some cheese

I’m ready to harvest the hardest and me

I’m just cooling it down like a cup of some tea

And I’m out

San have to make money

San have a go

Gonna make money

Always fucking bitches at the show

You a fake now

Sipping lean with Drake now

Hitting fucking corpses

At the motherfucking base now, man

I’m bossing all you bitches

Keeping all of you ups living

All I wish is for three bitches

That can give me all the digits, woah

Sipping lean in the cup

With the bitch looking bruv

Looking tough

For the bitches that looking for all the drugs

Now it’s different decision

I put my dick in the center

And if you listen to Jynn

My niggas wishing you with it

It’s like a simple predicament

If you with it we finish it

If you dip in the middle

We put a brick to your head and then

You a rodent you been a rat in the mist of it all

Even folding you benefit get the rest to get caught

If you told them you with it then get the business and ball

Get the business and ball

Like, damn how the fuck do you do that

You just another motherfucker in a dorag

And you can tell me I’m a hustler from New Jack

Cause you get shot up in the gutter

Thought you knew that nigga

Imma prove that

If you two step

Brother we can do that

Get the crew bang nigga

Where the roots

Like where the tools at

Hit 'em with pool sticks

Like I’m gonna move back

Crackhead