"MORTAL" lyrics

Grah-grah, boom, grah-grah, boom, grah-grah, boom
And suck my dick, you heard
Ayy, like, like

I smoke the pound of the weed, not normal
Bitch, you a thot, stop actin' all mortal
Oh, that's your mans, but you won't go to war though
Rollin' two niggas, six guns in a four-door
Now we hit his head, now it's missin' like we hit his chest (Grah, boom)
It was twitchin', you niggas is feds
Sippin' codeine, I'm off of the meds
Nigga, I send the hollow tips, it's made of lead

All the opp bitches heaters and bitches is sluts
Go 130 on dash, you still on the bus
Nigga, I been in your city for years, ain't get touched
Nigga, this chop hold thirty, I'm not gonna punch
Stop talkin', shut the fuck
Catch him walkin', he need a bus (Need a bus)
You was just talkin', but now, bitch, you stuck (You stuck)
Now you talkin' to police, you not gettin' cuffed
Bitch signed the dot, why you cap? He tryna lie
Split the bread with my niggas, I'm slicin' up pies
Sippin' the codeine, but I be on fire
Look, my diamonds is dancin', reflectin' the sky
Got me a new Patek, ain't checkin' the time
That bitch is ugly as fuck, but she thick from behind
Like trap house jumpin', dope fiends in a line

I smoke the pound of the weed, not normal
Bitch, you a thot, stop actin' all mortal
Oh, that's your mans, but you won't go to war though
Rollin' two niggas, six guns in a four-door
Now we hit his head, now it's missin' like we hit his chest (Grah, boom)
It was twitchin', you niggas is feds
Sippin' codeine, I'm off of the meds
Nigga, I send the hollow tips, it's made of lead