baby kia – vegetable (brain dead) lyrics
[intro]
throw to the right, two guns blazin’
free lil’—
haha
[verse 1]
yeah, back throw to right, two guns blazin’, screamin’, “free boolie, b+tch”
pull up, swing the door so low, jump out buzzin’, two fully sticks
melee, real life call of duty, run out of bullets, you get your throat slit
ha, okay, think it’s a joke, b+tch?
i lace the blunt, his tongue fell off, i watched him choke, b+tch
we cannot let him die that fast, we k!ll him slow, b+tch
what should we do?
tie that n+gga up, go grab the van, kidnap his crew
skied up, all black, we on the opp block searchin’
save his tongue and throw my feelings out the window, jump out purgin’
thick b+tch with the bbl, get opp drop for a baby birkin, yeah
swervin’ atv this b+tch, he geek stick to the asphalt
lil’ bro played with me, got smoked for free, laced him with bath salt
[interlude]
bath salt, n+gga
that n+gga, he over with, he basically a vegetable
his life will never be the same
when that n+gga walk, he hold his arm up, and he’ll hold his leg out
stupid
[chorus]
vegetable
lil’ bruh+ass is basically a vegetable
he can barely talk, it’s hard to walk, no need for t+st+cl+s
plus he can’t afford no surgery, no money, extra threw
haha, told him, he don’t want no smoke with bk, look what i do
yeah, slide to opp block, bulletproof, just sit right here and let him shoot
look like y’all ain’t got no more ammo, my turn to shoot at you
yeah, rusty k, jump out the sunroof, swingin’ with no mercy
clean his [?], drop a opp in designer, g+lock thirty
[verse 2]
arp spittin’ out words, baby stick, “blocka, blocka”
he think he loud, i turn him down, pull out that speaker knockerz
he got his clothes all runnin’ around, i got him geeked off flocka
i treat the ar like a broom, called it some sweeper chopper (ringworm)
told him, “i get nasty out of nowhere like a—” (bad germ)
can’t [?], you turn around, you get your— (back burned)
that boy disabled, you in that wheelchair, won’t get far when bk chase you
[chorus]
vegetable
lil’ bruh+ass is basically a vegetable
he can barely talk, it’s hard to walk, no need for t+st+cl+s
plus he can’t afford no surgery, no money, extra threw
haha, told him, he don’t want no smoke with bk, look what i do
yeah, slide to opp block, bulletproof, just sit right here and let him shoot
look like y’all ain’t got no more ammo, my turn to shoot at you
yeah, rusty k, jump out the sunroof, swingin’ with no mercy
clean his [?], drop a opp in designer, g+lock thirty
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