$liM HiLL - The time has come again for dying Lyrics

S-e-n-d, Em Up bitch
30 rounds in this choppa it go
Till the sound of the click
I'm ghosting the whip as it roll down bank
Like that shit was a boat
Get the f*ck off my dick
Trijicon for the vis
Turn a f*ck boy Swiss
Cigarette f*cking dipped
Silhouette make em shit
Body bag f*cking zipped
I'm ducking these red and blue lights when I'm scheming and weaving
I'm keeping a blade on my hip
The chop in the trunk
But don't think I can't reach it
Yo bitch in the back gotta keep her equipped
30k one trip
Bag it up get shipped
Yall don't f*cking know shit
I murdered the devil
And went up a level
Went feral
I'm cracking the whip
Buried alive
No blood, no mess
Searching the hive, all night
Hopeless
I'll sleep when I die
Meantime no rest
I swish from the line
On dime
No net
Every body I throw in the river I give em a chain so they drip when the drown
The deep end is chilly
Just don't hold your breath
But it's better than rotting deep down in the ground
Crows f*cking buzzing my head as I creep out the locks
I'm surrounded by shadows and death
The tunnels are luring them in with the whispers of glimmer
No warning of what lies ahead
The moon rise a symbol of no one allowed
The neck filled with bitches deep down in the ground
The tide rising up and the trees start to murmur the phrases of murder they grew up around
Carve out the banks
Sink all the boats
Only the bodies I permit to float
Build me a damn at the wall of the east
So they stay in the west and don't leak in the coast
The choppa start bitching
Pa pa pa pa pow
I'm sweeping up feet if they f*cking around
Best get you a gun off the wall
Ain't no time for the box
Read and weep as I send in the hounds