Runaway fore' you get your face spread
Stuck in the house with the evil dead
Have you chewing metal have you chewing lead
Pet sematary
I'm back from the dead
Ooters by my side
Ooters on command
Nigga sweet as hell he a gingerbread
Slimey as it get I feel like a Monster
Like Among Us he is an imposter
Hoodrat bitch
She don't speak proper
I go cray cray
Like I'm Mr Crocker
Hit him wit the Kick back like it's soccer
Wanna meet your maker
You can meet the fockers
In dystopia
Don't know how I got here
Shooting shit
Like a movie flick
Life is like a skit
It been moody like a bitch
F*ck around and find out
F*ck around we spin
Opps would sell they soul for roaches and some clips
Opps would sell they soul for likes on the gram
Selling out events
So mom don't pay the rent
Sipping dirty drank
That water not from flint
If you think I'm broke you must be smoking Fent
She be on my wood
She can call me Clint
Feel like Clark Kent when these drugs mix
I experiment feel like scientist
SID
All these niggas is my kids
SID
Smoking Newports got me bent
CIG
Satan gay don't wanna see me win
Damn
I hate all these niggas and they grin
I hear voices coming from the vent
He too insecure
He had lost his shit
F*cked up in the head
You can eat a dick
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English
Runaway fore' you get your face spread
Stuck in the house with the evil dead
Have you chewing metal have you chewing lead
Pet sematary
I'm back from the dead
Ooters by my side
Ooters on command
Nigga sweet as hell he a gingerbread
Slimey as it get I feel like a Monster
Like Among Us he is an imposter
Hoodrat bitch
She don't speak proper
I go cray cray
Like I'm Mr Crocker
Hit him wit the Kick back like it's soccer
Wanna meet your maker
You can meet the fockers
In dystopia
Don't know how I got here
Shooting shit
Like a movie flick
Life is like a skit
It been moody like a bitch
F*ck around and find out
F*ck around we spin
Opps would sell they soul for roaches and some clips
Opps would sell they soul for likes on the gram
Selling out events
So mom don't pay the rent
Sipping dirty drank
That water not from flint
If you think I'm broke you must be smoking Fent
She be on my wood
She can call me Clint
Feel like Clark Kent when these drugs mix
I experiment feel like scientist
SID
All these niggas is my kids
SID
Smoking Newports got me bent
CIG
Satan gay don't wanna see me win
Damn
I hate all these niggas and they grin
I hear voices coming from the vent
He too insecure
He had lost his shit
F*cked up in the head
You can eat a dick
Stuck in the house with the evil dead
Have you chewing metal have you chewing lead
Pet sematary
I'm back from the dead
Ooters by my side
Ooters on command
Nigga sweet as hell he a gingerbread
Slimey as it get I feel like a Monster
Like Among Us he is an imposter
Hoodrat bitch
She don't speak proper
I go cray cray
Like I'm Mr Crocker
Hit him wit the Kick back like it's soccer
Wanna meet your maker
You can meet the fockers
In dystopia
Don't know how I got here
Shooting shit
Like a movie flick
Life is like a skit
It been moody like a bitch
F*ck around and find out
F*ck around we spin
Opps would sell they soul for roaches and some clips
Opps would sell they soul for likes on the gram
Selling out events
So mom don't pay the rent
Sipping dirty drank
That water not from flint
If you think I'm broke you must be smoking Fent
She be on my wood
She can call me Clint
Feel like Clark Kent when these drugs mix
I experiment feel like scientist
SID
All these niggas is my kids
SID
Smoking Newports got me bent
CIG
Satan gay don't wanna see me win
Damn
I hate all these niggas and they grin
I hear voices coming from the vent
He too insecure
He had lost his shit
F*cked up in the head
You can eat a dick
Writer: Yasir Phipps
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid