Bulletbag

[Witchouse 40k]:

Body drop, drop you like a blackhawk

Chopper like a hacksaw never take your flak off or get shot/

Got bullet bags ready for the cash drop, hit me for the pass off

Bitch i am my own boss no masters

X2



Aye all black fit, patches of my letterman

12 be knocking but you know i never let them in

Pull up hit em wit K, ahhh

Glock clip in the safe, ahhh

Glock click at yo face, ahhh

Hollowtips in your brain, ahhh

I am the archangel archangel dark angel wing have been ripped bulletholes in my chest

I am the stargazing soul snatching witch and I shoot like the pacers im always a threat/

Bitch i am the prophet, fuck it ill load your coffin up with bodies imma stock it up, key on my chain I lock it

Got my hand up in your pocket, you hoe, imma rip out your bones hit a lick on your soul like a ghost



[Sinizter]:

Pull up with that llama

Lethal with that choppa

Rest in peace no drama

Take yo life, bad karma

Keep em away cause ain't no body safe

Boy talkin hot then he finna get sprayed

Bullets be bouncin' and bodys be droppin'

Draco deliverin' death im not stoppin'

Ghost in the shell im an army of one

Crown me the king cause I bow down to none

Kakashi they copy, they all are my sons

Cut out their tounges and I drown em blood

God and the devil, im one in the same

Sinizter-Apex remember my name

Lead you to death like a moth to the flame

You lookin' timid im takin your dame

Pull up with the thirty and i get to spraying

Thirty three shots in this Glock i ain't playing

Flex on the gram like a g you roleplayin

Pentragram on me and you get to prayin

Body drop, fuck the opps/ x4