stanwill - immortal lyrics
[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
[verse 1: stanwill & babytron]
goose on, iced up with stick like a snowman
gen5 glocky, pistol whip him if the pole jam
black+ass tint, the sticks white as lindsay lohan
take a 201 and slam dunk that b+tch with both hands
both hands on yo b+tch noggin, pushing down her head
sipping blood like i’m dracula, can catch me ’round some red
i got three hobbies, like to rap, scam, and count the dead
talking ’bout some zaza? you smoking out a pound of reg’
whole gang in thousand dollar coats ’cause the streets chilly
please take that pendant off yo neck, that lil’ piece dilly
dream chasing, all i really want is meek milli’
asking what i paid for the fit? it was free, silly
sk!llet on the yop, boy, this sh+t’ll cook the beef, really
opps broke, only get some cheesе when they eat philly
was sleep on mе, now the b+tches wanna sleep with me
720 in the trackhawk, i’m in the jeep dizzy
[verse 2: stanwill]
big motherf+cking .308s, they’ll pop yo melon
don’t know what the opps do with shoes ’cause it’s not no stepping
put the head on me first, b+tch, the wap go second
catch you mean+mugging in the club, be done popped yo section
flames on the palm angel kicks leave the petal burnt
rock him for them bands, show you how that heavy metal work
i’ll crash the server, catch a opp up in the metaverse
knot poking, staring at the stripper, b+tch, you better twerk
[verse 3: babytron]
four hunnid shots by myself, b+tch, i feel immortal
we’ll leave doggy in a suit like he getting formal
it’s 2022, it’s hard to find a lil’ b+tch with morals
in the h+llkitty, told her keep it, i’m just getting oral
drip+drop, walking out the store in louis flip+flops
why yo watch always going tick+tock?
walk him down, flip the clip, ain’t sh+t stop
they ain’t had no quagen at the spot, i had to get wock’
[verse 4: stanwill]
even in my motherf+cking sleep, b+tch, the pistol tucked
if i ain’t in the booth, i’m probably slamming on a b+tch you cuffed
pull up on him like a uber, i’ll lift you up
if i can’t drop this check in yo account then, lil’ b+tch, you cut
[verse 5: babytron]
off the tiramisu, b+tch, i’m higher than a nimbus cloud
at the bottom of my bag chilling, sitting down
need to paint yo f+cking nose red ’cause you finished, clown
babytron, i talk like this ’cause i’m him in town
[outro: babytron]
ayy, sh+ttyboyz, dog $hit militia, b+tch, yeah
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