Elvy9th - NyghtWritas Lyrics

Catch me in my ride, catch me, catch me in my ride
With no pistol on the side, you don't wanna die
The devil creepin' up on you, ayy
Lurkin' in the shadows to regain where we come from

Has he come for you, woah
Indulgin' in the bitter sweet taste of the forbidden fruit
Where we come from
It's opportune when you lack the fool

Take a light to you, light it up to fuel
Send you off to space, see you burnin' for the same cause
Where we come from
The devil creepin' up on you, ayy

Lurkin' in the shadows to regain where we come from
Has he come for you, woah
Yeah, uh, metal of honor, f*ckin' someone's daughter
I'm a daddy, but not a baby's father

I'm in the cut, like this was operation
GPS, show me your destination
Now she wide like a cannon
Granddaddy glad, cause she grad false tears

Like next to an onion, like why am I yawning
Is it cause these kids thinkin' that they hard, uh
But how you vision, being on television
Holdin' hands to some Gucci, Gucci, Gucci bitches

Balls full of fire, like a dragon started livin
Without us, it's not complete, like a house without a ceiling
Middle finger up for these hoes
But this pussy stays on hold

Me and Ble$$ are so overdosed
And Tenshi with the anecdote, uh
Now stay quiet, a moment of silence
Natural disaster, when I pass, you hear the sirens

I'm on my last life, so you know I'ma wild up
Anti-Illuminati, so you know I'm blessed up
With dead men, who ain't scared to die
You sound like a bitch, and I bitch you would die

Better know the truth, cause with that, you will survive
In this world, there is no sight, so you better be alive
Let em
Catch me in my ride, catch me, catch me in my ride

With no pistol on the side
You don't wanna die
The devil creepin' up on you, ay
Lurkin' in the shadows to regain where we come from

Has it come for you, woah
Indulgin' in the bitter sweet taste of the forbidden fruit
Where it come from
It's opportune when you lack the food

Takin' light to you, lightin' up the fuel
Send you off to space, so you plan it for the sake of
Where it come from
The devil creepin' up on you, ay

Lurkin' in the shadows to regain where we come from
Has it come for you, woah
9am, I'm surprised I'm alive again
Zombie walk, cause I am dead

Mr. Pessimistic, with a life of dread
Couldn't hold a job, so I found a way to break bread
Not even talkin' about all the gang shit
Cause the gang shit is the lame shit

Put you in the dirt ahead of time
Takin' advice from your favorites
And if you ain't got it like this, you're just dead weight
In a dead place, tryna go supersonic like a jet plane

And the one way was a fun head
So you're goin' super dumb, yellin' Treyway, Treyway
Flexin' on the gram, hundred racks for a brown eyed bitch
Fake love, and she got you whipped

Little taste of the green, would you like to dip
I could sell my soul, get my pockets full
Surface from the surface, cause the surface isn't perfect
Standing shoulder to shoulder, we can probably move this boulder

That is life
Instead you'd rather see me die, burn in hell
Catch me in my ride
Catch me, catch me in my ride

With a pistol on the side
You don't wanna die