I always be stuttering on my own fucking lyrics

Yeah (5x)

Tired of fakes and n***as Pretending

Get to the killing and see how i'm feeling

Big covert missions my n***as be drilling

Getting too quiet you speak i'ma listen

Find all your brothers and make them go missing

Stitches on me to resemble they ending

And ya'll n***as bitches just fiend for attention

Flacka Hob knockers you n***as be tripping

Fruity ass n***as be soft steady peeling

Feds on the block cus they know we drug dealing

Bad ass little jits and they always be stealing
Pussy little bitches I know you be snitching

Wait till my n***as get out of that prison cus everyone dying them guns gon be singing

Demons be resting but soon be arisen

Pray to your lord, no mercy be given

Hollow tips in them guns

223 bullets just itching and hitting your gut

Little Ricky yeah, I bet you gon run

Big 30 dumping empty the drum

Hate all you fuck ass, finger licking, cum sipping, bitch simping, hoe tricking, dick licking, brick shitting, wall hitting, pussy dripping, steady wimping, little bitches

Yeah, yeah I hope you all die

Yeah (4x)

Yeah I hope you all die
All of my n***as gon ride
H Y with the 9
Repping straight homicide
Bitch that's two five
Bitch that's two five
Bitch that's two five
Bitch that's two five
Yeah
I hope you die
Hope all you die
Hope all you die
(says dumb shit)
(shh)
Fruity