yung yogi – exorcist lyrics
[verse 1 – yung yogi]
exercising with the exorcist
pablo escobar, b-tch i’m gettin’ rich
relapse, [?]
ain’t no heaven for me, my soul don’t exist
while you was cookin’ crystal, i was grippin’ pistols
and these xannies skittles, foreign bands with [?]
b-tch, i just pull up with the percs
percs with the glock and the work
[verse 2 – rvmirxz]
touch down in la, [?] with the play
hit ’em with the uzi, beretta, i’m barely with the spray
you don’t wanna fuck with me, cause i’m bringin’ the fuckin’ heavens
speed demon with the whip, and i’m smashin’ through fuckin’ traffic
boy i’m the son of the reaper, i’m grippin’ your soul
and i’m taking your b-tch, i mistreat her
stickin’ my d-ck down the back of her mouth
all of my niggas be runnin’ them routes
[verse 3 – shakewell]
runnin’ out of drugs, boy, with the fuckin’ gunner
do about with drugs, i ain’t feeling marijuana
off dilaudid in my veins, and i’m screamin’ on the come up
ridin’ [?] through the rain, with the heat, that’s a sauna
need to pick me a pill off the plug, but he dry
pull out the slug, i’m like doctor i’m ready to die
fuckboy don’t lose you, like fuck with some drugs and a pint
if you rockin’, we [?], i’ma pull out my shank and my 9
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