"DEVIL MAY KRY" lyrics
Don't talk to me I'll rip my tone
Gotta ton of guns
Heater like da sun
Get the chrome beretta to yo jaw
Fo the fetty in ya home
We came ready with the strap
We gon break into ya dome
We gon break into ya dome
Smile full of chrome
Tile full of opps
And we pilin' the phones
Teller with the bag
And them eyes never roam
Out like a light
In my sight like a drone
She wanna ride
Glock by my side
I don't give a fuck
Burn a bridge cut ties
Pussy boy fried
Duel .45
Devil may cry
When that trigger say hi say
Yeah my chain hang low
And my chain stay rose
Gang gon bang
Now yo payday froze
Aim real high
Now they stay real low
Yellow tape run
While my green gon grow
Caught em 6th sense now they Crowe
Sent to other side, with the K now they croak
Always on the creep like in chevy COE
If I'm CEO I'ma see to chop like tree
Drop em, leaves
Fuck yo team, fuck yo clique
Fuck yo gang and I fucked yo bitch
Fuck everything, put yo brain on tint
Methylene blue, notha stain on my grip
Gun play, ain't a game
When we sprayin' on that runway
Duck goose, couldn't handle all the gun weight
Sundown, prayers up looking mundane
Fuck fame, numb my pain till I'm gone
Phantom in my house like it's alive
Talkin' Rolls Royce
R&R when she slide
Shawty chickenhead under stars poltergeist
Talkin' fowl play
Send em up to see the light
Immortalize
Gotta ton of guns
Heater like da sun
Get the chrome beretta to yo jaw
Fo the fetty in ya home
We came ready with the strap
We gon break into ya dome
We gon break into ya dome
Smile full of chrome
Tile full of opps
And we pilin' the phones
Teller with the bag
And them eyes never roam
Out like a light
In my sight like a drone
She wanna ride
Glock by my side
I don't give a fuck
Burn a bridge cut ties
Pussy boy fried
Duel .45
Devil may cry
When that trigger say hi say
Yeah my chain hang low
And my chain stay rose
Gang gon bang
Now yo payday froze
Aim real high
Now they stay real low
Yellow tape run
While my green gon grow
Caught em 6th sense now they Crowe
Sent to other side, with the K now they croak
Always on the creep like in chevy COE
If I'm CEO I'ma see to chop like tree
Drop em, leaves
Fuck yo team, fuck yo clique
Fuck yo gang and I fucked yo bitch
Fuck everything, put yo brain on tint
Methylene blue, notha stain on my grip
Gun play, ain't a game
When we sprayin' on that runway
Duck goose, couldn't handle all the gun weight
Sundown, prayers up looking mundane
Fuck fame, numb my pain till I'm gone
Phantom in my house like it's alive
Talkin' Rolls Royce
R&R when she slide
Shawty chickenhead under stars poltergeist
Talkin' fowl play
Send em up to see the light
Immortalize
