"UMAGA" lyrics
KxllSwxtch & SXMPRA Lyrics
(MTM, hit 'em with the heat)
(Cock my dick back, let it bust on a bitch)
(Yeah, yeah, uh)
(Yeah, yeah, uh)
Bitch, it's suicide
If you test your luck with mine like a lucky strike
You get smoked, it's do or die
Bullets hit you like Destructo Disks
Your flesh divide
Shawty ride my dick like motorists
Then get exiled
Ain't life a bitch? Oh well, don't fold
Get your revenge, call a blitz
Get down or lose your life and your limbs
Name the pistol Zatch Bell
'Cause thunder spark out its neck
Bodies droppin'
Lead showers
keep fallin', subtracting heads
Okay, hot steel burn him like slicks
Bitch, I'm feelin' like Umaga with my thumb in your bitch
Okay, you flinch, like Mahito get stitched
Transfiguring her belly when I'm in her uterus
Okay, got green on me like a Celtic
Okay, too much money coming, I'm a rich prick, okay
My bitch thick, shawty vicious, okay
My dog rolling with me like Finn, okay
Said my bitch pussy pink
Like the fur coat on Killa Cam
Saiga-12 rip through your tissue
Hit your core like menstrual cramps
Bitch, I'm twisted with that metal
Dispose of you, then I laugh
Heat blasting like Tennyson
I disintegrate y'all to ash
Face to face with the razor blade like everyday
And I don't wanna hold my tongue no more
Lil' bitch, I'ma say what I say
[?]
When I get to sprayin', they prayin'
Prayin' on my hesitation
Nations will fall, generations wasted
And bodies be put to the grave
Bitch, I be stuck in malevolent ways
Fuck everybody, I move at my pace
Fuck everybody, I'm getting my paper
These pussies be talking, I get to the fade
Running, running out of money
How the fuck is you gonna hate?
Rottie rippin' up his face
Choppa kickin', make 'em race
Pop a 9 up in my brain
And let me drift away, okay
Bitch want smoke
Ain't nobody wanna test
No, the kid won't fold
Leave his body a mess
And when the world go cold
Watch a motherfucker rise up out the mud
From mud to millionaire, I digress
My Tec
Put the barrel to his neck
Pull the trigger, motherfucker
Let me know what's next
Lil' hoe
It's that young Van Gogh
Bitch, I'm painting with the head
Everybody want a hand
Like it's Left 4 Dead, okay
Bitch, I'm bustin' out the cage
I leave 'em wasted, I'm wasted
These motherfuckers think I got complacent
I place 'em
Up in the morgue
And now they busy wastin'
They tastin'
That bitter taste
Bitch, that be my name
Bitch, it's suicide
If you test your luck with mine like a lucky strike
You get smoked, it's do or die
Bullets hit you like Destructo Disks
Your flesh divide
Shawty ride my dick like motorists
Then get exiled
Ain't life a bitch? Oh well, don't fold
Get your revenge, call a blitz
Get down or lose your life and your limbs
Name the pistol Zatch Bell
'Cause thunder spark out its neck
Bodies droppin'
Lead showers keep fallin', subtracting heads
(Cock my dick back, let it bust on a bitch)
(Yeah, yeah, uh)
(Yeah, yeah, uh)
Bitch, it's suicide
If you test your luck with mine like a lucky strike
You get smoked, it's do or die
Bullets hit you like Destructo Disks
Your flesh divide
Shawty ride my dick like motorists
Then get exiled
Ain't life a bitch? Oh well, don't fold
Get your revenge, call a blitz
Get down or lose your life and your limbs
Name the pistol Zatch Bell
'Cause thunder spark out its neck
Bodies droppin'
Lead showers
keep fallin', subtracting heads
Okay, hot steel burn him like slicks
Bitch, I'm feelin' like Umaga with my thumb in your bitch
Okay, you flinch, like Mahito get stitched
Transfiguring her belly when I'm in her uterus
Okay, got green on me like a Celtic
Okay, too much money coming, I'm a rich prick, okay
My bitch thick, shawty vicious, okay
My dog rolling with me like Finn, okay
Said my bitch pussy pink
Like the fur coat on Killa Cam
Saiga-12 rip through your tissue
Hit your core like menstrual cramps
Bitch, I'm twisted with that metal
Dispose of you, then I laugh
Heat blasting like Tennyson
I disintegrate y'all to ash
Face to face with the razor blade like everyday
And I don't wanna hold my tongue no more
Lil' bitch, I'ma say what I say
[?]
When I get to sprayin', they prayin'
Prayin' on my hesitation
Nations will fall, generations wasted
And bodies be put to the grave
Bitch, I be stuck in malevolent ways
Fuck everybody, I move at my pace
Fuck everybody, I'm getting my paper
These pussies be talking, I get to the fade
Running, running out of money
How the fuck is you gonna hate?
Rottie rippin' up his face
Choppa kickin', make 'em race
Pop a 9 up in my brain
And let me drift away, okay
Bitch want smoke
Ain't nobody wanna test
No, the kid won't fold
Leave his body a mess
And when the world go cold
Watch a motherfucker rise up out the mud
From mud to millionaire, I digress
My Tec
Put the barrel to his neck
Pull the trigger, motherfucker
Let me know what's next
Lil' hoe
It's that young Van Gogh
Bitch, I'm painting with the head
Everybody want a hand
Like it's Left 4 Dead, okay
Bitch, I'm bustin' out the cage
I leave 'em wasted, I'm wasted
These motherfuckers think I got complacent
I place 'em
Up in the morgue
And now they busy wastin'
They tastin'
That bitter taste
Bitch, that be my name
Bitch, it's suicide
If you test your luck with mine like a lucky strike
You get smoked, it's do or die
Bullets hit you like Destructo Disks
Your flesh divide
Shawty ride my dick like motorists
Then get exiled
Ain't life a bitch? Oh well, don't fold
Get your revenge, call a blitz
Get down or lose your life and your limbs
Name the pistol Zatch Bell
'Cause thunder spark out its neck
Bodies droppin'
Lead showers keep fallin', subtracting heads
Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Jonathan Whitmer, Kalem Tarrant
