Illmac & Goldini Bagwell
Amusement Slaughter
[Pre-Hook: Illmac]
I'm turning up
I'm turning up
I'm turning up
Come ride the wave
We turning up
We turning up
We turning up
Come ride the wave
Keep turning up
Keep turning up
Keep turning up
Come ride the wave
I know, I know
Now, I'm just playing
Nah, nah that's what everybody say
[Hook: Illmac]
Wanna hear some new
Wanna feel some new
Wanna hear some new
Wanna feel some new
Wanna hear some new
Wanna feel some new
This that I don't give a fuck about
You, you, you, you, or who cool
Yea, fuck you too
I'm here to make you uncomfortable
[Verse 1: Illmac]
I got a thousand bottles
Got a million dollars
Got a hundred bitches and they all gon' fuck
Actually, I got a 22
This chick's a six and she talks too much
Actually, I'm really tripping
I'm really rich and I'm in the kitchen
I whip and whip when I get to mixing
Making Top Ramen, real efficient
I'm laid back
Two words: Maybach period
Hate to let you down, but I valet
Go ahead and smile, it ain't that serious
Be yourself, you need some help
Looking for a wave to ride and shades at night
You should see yourself
But you can't even see yourself
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[Hook]
[Verse 2: Goldini Bagwell]
Rolled in something tight
All black Jaguar
You think it's stolen?
Yea, you fucking right
Cause I ain't talking about the damn car
More like black cat, let's get it cracking
You gon' get this fire work
Swag, swag this the latest fashion
Angel's Bath on my entire shirt
Action, make moves off a coin flip
I came in dabbing
Hit the forearm after hitting that oil rig
Like what's fracking
See, that's racks on racks on racks
[?] dishes hunting jacket
Or a thousand bucks for all my hang-ups
Straight from under the mattress
Yea, this shit is matchstick
It's that lit
She said her body was her temple
Psh, cool I'm bout to tap it
You don't think about it
Grab her around the collar, put a ring around it
Top dollars like you don't know a thing about it
See you gon' make me half rap / sing about it
Like
It's going down in the DM
From AM to PM
Getting catfished by angels
When they turn into demons
You know how the story go
NBC and it's the more you know
And the more I talk about that trap house
You'll be thinking I'm an agoraphobe
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[Hook]
[Outro: Goldini Bagwell & Illmac]
Koala, koala
I got house in Valhalla
They call me Abdul
I'm Kareem in Impala
I'm [?] collar
Sipping [?] Odwalla
[?]
I'm blocking all callers
I'm deep in [?]
I'm feeding my doggies
[?]
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Pew, pew
Pew, pew
Pew, pew
Pew, pew, pew