Couple lil things in the back seat
Gripping my blade when the night get dark
Couple lil things in the magazine
Like a new pack think it might get sparked
Ending your life pussy no restart
You can get smoked I don't hit no cart
Down too the ground make his body depart
Blood runs deep keep the blade real sharp
Imma make them walk the plank
Now he swimming with the sharks
And the choppa aboutta kick ain't no martial arts
Imma put them in a bag when that thing go bark
I be turning they heads when I step out the dark
I been killing this shit f*ck it up from the start
I be smoking on dabs bitch I'm choking like Bart
If he try he to run up he is not getting far
I might knock that boy out like he popped him a bar
I'll be walking out the crypt
To drop these clips
Up on these motherf*ckers
Doing wicked shit
I up the blick
And make his stomach rupture
Roll another one up in my blunt
I'm smoking different colors
Sacrifice your life I do it twice
And then I kill another
Smoking my blunt one deep all alone I creep
Tryna find my prey tonight
Got a blade and a mask right by my side
If a pussy run up he don't value life
Got a bad lil thing in the backseat
Smoking my weed tryna see my crib tonight
Bad bitches good weed my kryptonite
Riding round with a Rambo knife
I hit the weed fumes and exhume
I been in my tomb
100 hours to a 100 days
These flowers never bloom
Like hold up wait about a 100 ways
That you could meet your doom
I'm counting weight I never gave a f*ck
About what these other do
I hit the weed fumes and exhume
I been in my tomb
100 hours to a 100 days
These flowers never bloom
Like hold up wait about a 100 ways
That you could meet your doom
I'm counting weight I never gave a f*ck
About what these other do
Delirium - 100 WAYS Lyrics
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Couple lil things in the back seat
Gripping my blade when the night get dark
Couple lil things in the magazine
Like a new pack think it might get sparked
Ending your life pussy no restart
You can get smoked I don't hit no cart
Down too the ground make his body depart
Blood runs deep keep the blade real sharp
Imma make them walk the plank
Now he swimming with the sharks
And the choppa aboutta kick ain't no martial arts
Imma put them in a bag when that thing go bark
I be turning they heads when I step out the dark
I been killing this shit f*ck it up from the start
I be smoking on dabs bitch I'm choking like Bart
If he try he to run up he is not getting far
I might knock that boy out like he popped him a bar
I'll be walking out the crypt
To drop these clips
Up on these motherf*ckers
Doing wicked shit
I up the blick
And make his stomach rupture
Roll another one up in my blunt
I'm smoking different colors
Sacrifice your life I do it twice
And then I kill another
Smoking my blunt one deep all alone I creep
Tryna find my prey tonight
Got a blade and a mask right by my side
If a pussy run up he don't value life
Got a bad lil thing in the backseat
Smoking my weed tryna see my crib tonight
Bad bitches good weed my kryptonite
Riding round with a Rambo knife
I hit the weed fumes and exhume
I been in my tomb
100 hours to a 100 days
These flowers never bloom
Like hold up wait about a 100 ways
That you could meet your doom
I'm counting weight I never gave a f*ck
About what these other do
I hit the weed fumes and exhume
I been in my tomb
100 hours to a 100 days
These flowers never bloom
Like hold up wait about a 100 ways
That you could meet your doom
I'm counting weight I never gave a f*ck
About what these other do
Gripping my blade when the night get dark
Couple lil things in the magazine
Like a new pack think it might get sparked
Ending your life pussy no restart
You can get smoked I don't hit no cart
Down too the ground make his body depart
Blood runs deep keep the blade real sharp
Imma make them walk the plank
Now he swimming with the sharks
And the choppa aboutta kick ain't no martial arts
Imma put them in a bag when that thing go bark
I be turning they heads when I step out the dark
I been killing this shit f*ck it up from the start
I be smoking on dabs bitch I'm choking like Bart
If he try he to run up he is not getting far
I might knock that boy out like he popped him a bar
I'll be walking out the crypt
To drop these clips
Up on these motherf*ckers
Doing wicked shit
I up the blick
And make his stomach rupture
Roll another one up in my blunt
I'm smoking different colors
Sacrifice your life I do it twice
And then I kill another
Smoking my blunt one deep all alone I creep
Tryna find my prey tonight
Got a blade and a mask right by my side
If a pussy run up he don't value life
Got a bad lil thing in the backseat
Smoking my weed tryna see my crib tonight
Bad bitches good weed my kryptonite
Riding round with a Rambo knife
I hit the weed fumes and exhume
I been in my tomb
100 hours to a 100 days
These flowers never bloom
Like hold up wait about a 100 ways
That you could meet your doom
I'm counting weight I never gave a f*ck
About what these other do
I hit the weed fumes and exhume
I been in my tomb
100 hours to a 100 days
These flowers never bloom
Like hold up wait about a 100 ways
That you could meet your doom
I'm counting weight I never gave a f*ck
About what these other do
Writer: Sam Arnedo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid