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kîllhøllöw - gottablast lyrics

[verse]
bodies make a quota, interstellar soldier
pull a drive by in a rover, tell that p+ssy boy come roll up
b+tch i flip a bag of coca, catch a dot no polka
pull up in a toga, 40 ounces of that cobra
tokin on some yoda, swisher make me colder
codeine wit my cola, got a xanny my in my soda
b+tch i pop another soma, wake up from my coma
smell the weed aroma, bet they roll one let me toke up
f+ck you and your clout and sh+t, ar wit designer clips
adderol i gotta sniff, pop a bottle chug a fifth
washin down the blunt i lit, close my f+ckin coffin lid
hotboxin the he+rs+ i’m in drivin’ to my final pit
drop my body in a ditch, open casket face all split
can’t tell if it’s høllöws kit, call my mom “id your kid”
tell my pops i’m dead and stiff, bet my brothers got your chick
snortin pills and swallow d+ck, know your b+tch about that sh+t
fingernails black, get it on my stack
gunners in the back, all the sh+t you lack
pull up to my trap, eat a f+ckin’ mac
bl++dy blunts fat, got an ounce in my f+nny pack
pop a f+ckin script and nap, i just want my soul to crack
i can feel my organs snap, grab a blade and try to hack
put me in a grocery bag, cherish all the time we had
i am not in pain at last, told you b+tches that’s a wrap
høllöw won’t be comin’ back, where the f+cks my album at?
i don’t know but here’s a sack, filled up wit some dank and hash
i don’t wanna take your cash, but i’m broke i gotta jack
pull up in my f+ckin mask, i don’t f+ck wit most you cats
mostly cause you’re f+ckin trash and allergies been gettin bad
jimmy neutron packin gats, take your sh+t then gotta blast
kick a door in take your racks, make a profit off your stash
want it back? then grab a strap, pop it when you see me blap
leave my body lying flat, let my f+ckin eyes roll back
burn my body paint it black, rolling stoned and eating tabs
b+tch i’m in the lab, tokin’ on some dabs
i got b+tch that’s bad, everyday i’m sad
b+tch i’m in the lab, tokin’ on some dabs
i got b+tch that’s bad, everyday i’m sad
grip a ak like i’m tay, run a race or run away
run up wit a blade, i said every day is gray ayy
grip a ak like i’m tay, run a race or run away
run up wit a blade, i said every day is gray ayy

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