Bloody 98 (feat. Ghostemane)

You did good, $lick

It's a smash

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Players never die

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Killer with that AK, get this motherfucker bussin'

Tell a hoe to get the fuck if she ain't here to suck it

Creepin' on a come up, I got fam that need some fundin'

I'm duckin' for the druggin' and sippin' that Tussin and bloatin' up my stomach

I need the D, the O, the P, the E

Ridin' clean, the G, the L, E sixty-three

Oowee, see chicken heads, they fiend for me

Yung north, S-I-D-E, W-E-T, bitch

Verse two in the booth with the Glock loaded

Off so many meds, am I comin' or I'm goin'?

Fuck an interview, mane, I'm too raw to sugar coat it

See a dead man walkin', next election he'll be votin'

Pimp on a track, mix dope with the crack

I might slide, camo mask, turn your hood to Iraq

Bury suckers, fuck a groupie, that's the truth, I feel like Gucci

I got ninety-nine problems and not one is you gon' shoot me

We got Anna, motherfucker? Let me know or keep your mouth shut

Slicky make a million every time I give that mouse touch

Slicky whip that wrist and make a motherfuckin' ounce jump

Wetto make a bitch play hard to get and get her mouth fucked

Sick motherfucker, no mind motherfucker

That white trash, high taxed, dyin' motherfucker

Tell the world eat my dick, I'ma prick motherfucker

Life hell, tough shit, I'm the Bic motherfucker

Fully loaded choppa, knew this bitch who lived on Tchoupitoulas

Bitch seemed like an opportunist

Flockin' just to jock my new shit

Stopped in Houston, belly lookin' swollen, better stop abusin' wock and chewin' fent, yeah, all my teeth are fuckin' rotten

Cruisin' down your block and you know Blanco lightin' blunts of herb

Carefully choose your words unless you'd rather bite the fuckin' curb

What's the word? What you fuckin' heard?

Blanco smite the herd

Fuck your bitch until her spine is curved

Blanco spiked your nerves, uh

Bitches on my dick like a love bug

Tryna get their claws up in me like a fuckin' mud bug

Bitch, I'ma smug thug

Callin' up my young plug

Playin' all that smoke is gonna make me get my lungs scrubbed

I need a breath of fresh air, splash some water on my face

Lookin' back on my mistakes, regrettin' them is such a waste

Keep it pimpin', move it forward like I'm runnin' just to race, yeah

Devil right behind me like a finished first place, huh

All of these haters keep wishin' that they could be me, all on my steez

Spreadin' my wings, but I ain't takin' anyone under them, why can't I just glide in peace?

Usin' these drugs to release, fuckin' these bitches for free

Flirtin' with death, I keep promisin' things, when's he gonna know that I'm a tease and I'm just tryna get a lil' sleep?

Capitalizin' the G

F to the I to the V to the E

N to the I to the N to the E to the F to the O to the R to the L to the I to the F to the E

For my gang, I will do anything

For my gang, I will do everything

Creepin' out my motherfuckin' rut

Pickin' up all my guts and the blood I let flood through the gutters

I'm ready to make a break out and take out all of the things

I gotta put my scope on, now I'm 'bouta put my red dot on and then snipe

Every one of them fuckers that wanted to believe the hype

I'ma go psycho and then I'll never take another look up in my sights

I'ma put a green light on my $uicide, let my wrist leak my fluids out

Never gonna be another realer than the black mage or the G*59, any other motherfucker is chillin' in the backstage or a sideline, bitch

Yeah, slidin' in my '69 Camaro SS

Got my dime in my lap, Glock cocked in her breast

Got the 12's in the trunk, turn it up and let it bump

Mossberg shotty pump rattle when the bass thump

Oh, oh, I'ma let it go, go

I'm the one ya never wanna turn your back on

All of them haters hatin' on me wanna be on what I'm on

Oh, y'all want me to fall off?

Oh, that's too bad, 'cause I won't

And I'm gonna be there when every one of your souls gets dragged down to Hell

I don't need anymore money, I got too much that I cannot even spend

All y'all be thinkin that y'all love a rapper, but y'all just be followin' the latest trend

I'm gettin by with the bank, don't got a vibe with a Saint, I'm gonna paint

A pic of the blackest of mages, I'm makin' everybody question their faith

G to the H to the O to the S to the T to the E

M to the A to the N to the E

B to the L to the A to the C to the K to the M to the A-G-E

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro

Killaz off South Parkway, South Memphis pro