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vfk - conartist lyrics

[intro]
ohbats
let’s do this

[chorus]
g+, g+, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my conscious
l+, l+, long sho+, o+, +ot, 3 km, i got that optic+, +ti+, +ti+
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless+, e+, e+, e+
scam some racks, i’m a f+cking con artist (afk)
g+, g+, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my conscious (f+ck off)
shot+, +ot+, +ot+, 3 km, i got that optic (red dot)
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless (body drop)
scam some racks, i’m a f+cking con artist

[verse 1]
i+, i+, i put the axe straight to his knee and leave him limping
sh+, shut your mouth because i’m quick to make decisi+, i+, i+
so many f+cking guns, you’d think i’m on a mission
a+, a+, and i just spent like 20 racks on ammunition
fi+, fi+, five+seven, five+seven, five+seven, five+seven
5 second detonation for the bomb that i threaten
bloodletter, bloodlеtter, bloodletter, bloodlеtter
blood flowing from his from his wrist, nah, he won’t ever get better
wake up, bl+, bl+, blood in my hands
break up, smash his skull in his head
face+f+ck, g+, g+, got your b+tch in my bed
mad p+ssy, but i’m still a terrorist
wake up, bl+, bl+, blood in my ha+, a+, a+, a+
break up, smash his skull in his head
face+f+ck, g+, g+, got your b+tch in my bed
mad p+ssy, but i’m still a terrorist
b+tch, i got shotty for my hobby of shooting heads
i got that strap up on my waist, shoot that f+ggot on his face
i walk with death
i’mma pray to f+cking god, k!ll that boy, and then k!ll myself
put his body+, y+, in a box, and put that body somewhere else
on a k!ll streak, so k!ll me, i need the release
grinding my t++th, run your mouth, it’s my pet peeve
only see green, all this weed, heavy smoking
got the munchies, i might feast on some dead meat
[bridge]
got my gun c+cked, put a bullet in his head
got my gun c+cked, put a bullet in his head
got my gun c+cked, put a bullet in his head
g+, g+, got my gun c+cked, leave that motherf+cker dead, yuh

[verse 2]
genocide, i might grab that f+ckin’ knife
bio+lab, dissect his eye, comply, or face demise, you’ll die, that’s right
he wanna f+ckin’ fight, pull up, then leave it with his life
b+tch, my doors like suicide, i’ll clip his wings, now he can’t fly, b+tch

[outro]
g+, g+, going crazy, keeping k!lling on my consci+, i+
l+, l+, long sho+, o+, +ot, 3 km, i got that optic+, +ti+, +ti+
body drop, shot his face, i left him topless+, e+, e+, e+
scam some racks, i’m a f+cking con arti+

- vfk lyrics

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