biinjo & $ega 死 お金 愛 – instakill lyrics
[hook: $ega 死 お金 愛 & drape]
asking for a word lil b+tch we f+cking past that
mixing up some chems better wear a f+cking gas mask
b+tch you talk a lot of sh+t for a n+gga who in a trash bag
spin the block up on yo brother, that n+gga gon steal your hashtag
night vision yeah i’m taking my mask off
hold onto my gun like your momma on my fat c+ck
b+tch i knockout a n+gga like call of duty or black ops
b+tch that p+ssy a critical, make a n+gga wanna pop off
[verse 1: $ega 死 お金 愛]
get a instak!ll finna take his f+cking soul
pack+a+punch my f+cking gun, yeah that sh+t f+cking blow
drag em straight to h+ll, grab the motherf+cking gold
got more k!lls than f+cking satan, try to make me death row
put a cross on his head like a motherf+cking priest
ray gun times 2, then you gonna rest in peace
cocaine in my nose cause i’m running on e
got goons outside finna f+cking free me
new chains, shackles, stay, rattled
y’all inside a herd like you motherf+cking cattle
iepd keep tryna go to battle
i told em good try you gon’ have to f+cking paddle
away, throw em in sp+ce
omni+man bloodl+st, lock me in a cage
crush his whole head with my hands, enraged
rearrange his neck cause he didn’t f+cking pay, augh
[hook: $ega 死 お金 愛 & drape]
asking for a word lil b+tch we f+cking past that
mixing up some chems better wear a f+cking gas mask
b+tch you talk a lot of sh+t for a n+gga who in a trash bag
spin the block up on yo brother, that n+gga gon steal your hashtag
night vision yeah i’m taking my mask off
hold onto my gun like your momma on my fat c+ck
b+tch i knockout a n+gga like call of duty or black ops
b+tch that p+ssy a critical, make a n+gga wanna pop off
[verse 2: biinjo]
oppa tryna fight, night night, lights out hoe
k!ll that f+cker, put him on a shirt ‘cus his stats low
blood splatter when i blast a gat at his head tho
hear them bullets pop from the heater in my hands, hoe
pack+a+punch my tommygun, i’m shootin up yo whole block
got a speakeasy, in my pocket, got a double glock
mustang and sally, got the sh+t that make the party rock
redfoo tryna mix the sprite up with that quality wock
instak!ll, i pop the pill, the record deal
be comin’ to me in no time
sega, drape, and bingo here, our motives clear
we tend to steer the f+ckin’ party into our line
never gotta mention that our music gettin’ numbers
all the boys in r10t! at the top, we never fumble
blast another opp for talkin’ sh+t, he quit the mumble
magnum in my hand make these m+th+f+ckers crumble, gone
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