POP! POP! POP! POP!
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!

Cover fire
I need a rumor
You’re a school shooter

A problematic desire
I’m just a gun with the hire
I’ll pop your skull and your tires
I want your feeling and everything in your fiber
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Munchin’, popping on bubblegum
Yeah, I feel you on my tongue
Lick across the clip of my gun
Am I, am I in love?
Or am I off the drugs?
Your girl say I fuck like a thug
She wants kisses over blunts
Let the chains hit her face
Gunshots feel like a blade
Swerve the car make me race
Suicides in my state
Snipers chill with berets
Push you off the edge

Throwing knife like pick your fight
Pussy boy, I wanna see my bride
I feel like Xzibit ’cause I pimp my ride
Yeah, bitch, there’s one, pick up your sight
Thoughts contrived yeah, yeah, yeah
I can never do right in your mind
It’s just so hard to stay attached to this world

Live off you like matter
MP5 like scatter
Blood just leaves me staggered
Got 12 on me, won’t let me be
Got gummy worms stuck in my teeth
I see her face I’m like, “OMG”
Grapple tape on my SMG
Talk, talk, talk, but you won’t beat me

Cover fire
I need a rumor
I’m just cooler

(Alright IG, I had a hard workout today but I’ll see y’all later
SuWoo)