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undxxd - vessel lyrics

[hook: undxxd & indodeath]
got high as the daylight
mom said it ain’t right
but a p+ssy like you should worry ‘bout my blades height
dressed like a bum at bayside
you ain’t got no real friends, yeah, they lied
see stars ‘cuz i’m him
twelve spokes on the rim
spent a check on lynn
want henny or gin?
i’m tryna raise a bottle, but i could raise a fist
got red blood dangling all from my wrists
(yeah, all from my wrist)
yeah, all from my wrist
got bones on my jeans ‘nd a black four fifth
pull up wit the gang like we ‘boutta hit a l!ck
got my docs on, got them lookin’ like ricks (what)
like pouya wit’ the stick
got a blade on the glock and a green beam, sit
ain’t worried ‘bout sh+t, ion really even trip
pop a x or a bean, i really can’t pick

[verse: indodeath]
so tell me if we cool
‘cause if not, you a stranger
ion need a peer, so i’ma finna see you later
my blunts stuffed tight, weed come in different flavors
blade in my reach, pop out wit’ a saber
fangs like a razor
drugs in my vessels
yung bruce willis i’ma mothaf+ckin’ rebel
step up to me wrong, get turned into ashes
so take it as a lesson to watch who the f+ck you bashing
i’m ruthless, i’m batsh+t
tryna live lavish
i’m takin’ every second of the day to make it happen
you never understand it, but i can understand it
i’m sittin’ in my room, four tabs of the acid
raindrops droppin’
long nights talkin’
backwoods sparkin’
i’m into it often
leaves on the window
smoke in the wind
open to the mind and the soul of the indo, b+tch
[hook: undxxd & indodeath]
got high as the daylight
mom said it ain’t right (what)
but a p+ssy like you should worry ‘bout my blades height
dressed like a bum at bayside (what)
you ain’t got no real friends, yeah, they lied (what)
see stars ‘cuz i’m him
twelve spokes on the rim
spent a check on lynn
want henny or gin?
i’m tryna raise a bottle, but i could raise a fist
got red blood dangling all from my wrists (what)
(yeah, all from my wrist)
yeah, all from my wrist
got bones on my jeans ‘nd a black four fifth
pull up wit the gang like we ‘boutta hit a l!ck
got my docs on, got them lookin’ like ricks (what)
like pouya wit’ the stick
got a blade on the glock and a green beam, sit
ain’t worried ‘bout sh+t, ion really even trip
pop a x or a bean, i really can’t pick

- undxxd lyrics

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