"MAYHEM" lyrics
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck up
I'm on the train
The bitch went from Brooklyn, Jamaica, Queens
Pop out with clip, that bitch long like a limousine
Slap your ass out with that gun, now you twitchin' shit
Promethazine, I'm a real big fan of it
Not drinkin' lean, I don't consider Tris
Put my fuckin' beam, electrocute some shit
Two sets of keys to the striker whip
Block havin' fiends standin' out late
Check my bookbag, havin' nothin' but some pape'
Smoke with the gang, gotta burn down the USA
Get out with Glock, shoot that bitch at a country place
Take a bankroll, now I'm back to that main street
Jump the gang out, you weren't here, I'd take a leap
Hell in a Cell on my block, WWE
Shut your ass down with this fire, you can't run from me
[?] my jacket, I can't even pack it
Runnin' through the trenches, I'm runnin' with a ratchet
Packs touch down, they wrapped up in plastic
Seven-inch ARP inside that cabinet
Takin' too long in the trap, what the fuck you want?
Who keep textin' to her phone, what the fuck she on?
Put the Glock up to your dome, shoot the chromosome
Try to break inside the trap, now I'm home alone
Soon as I put shots in her spot, blow the candles out
Crumble, had strain in my hair, we gon' gun him down
I have 'em stand on my block, know who run the town
Check the back, check everything 'fore we leavin' out
I put lil' twin on the 'net, I can't leave him out
All the way, get to the trunk, gotta head around
Fishin' for a big fish, throw my fishin' rod out
Niggas on fuck shit, ran your lil' squad down
I'm on the train
The bitch went from Brooklyn, Jamaica, Queens
Pop out with clip, that bitch long like a limousine
Slap your ass out with that gun, now you twitchin' shit
Promethazine, I'm a real big fan of it
Not drinkin' lean, I don't consider Tris
Put my fuckin' beam, electrocute some shit
Two sets of keys to the striker whip
Block havin' fiends standin' out late
Check my bookbag, havin' nothin' but some pape'
Smoke with the gang, gotta burn down the USA
Get out with Glock, shoot that bitch at a country place
Take a bankroll, now I'm back to that main street
Jump the gang out, you weren't here, I'd take a leap
Hell in a Cell on my block, WWE
Shut your ass down with this fire, you can't run from me
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck
Fuck up
I'm on the train
The bitch went from Brooklyn, Jamaica, Queens
Pop out with clip, that bitch long like a limousine
Slap your ass out with that gun, now you twitchin' shit
Promethazine, I'm a real big fan of it
Not drinkin' lean, I don't consider Tris
Put my fuckin' beam, electrocute some shit
Two sets of keys to the striker whip
Block havin' fiends standin' out late
Check my bookbag, havin' nothin' but some pape'
Smoke with the gang, gotta burn down the USA
Get out with Glock, shoot that bitch at a country place
Take a bankroll, now I'm back to that main street
Jump the gang out, you weren't here, I'd take a leap
Hell in a Cell on my block, WWE
Shut your ass down with this fire, you can't run from me
[?] my jacket, I can't even pack it
Runnin' through the trenches, I'm runnin' with a ratchet
Packs touch down, they wrapped up in plastic
Seven-inch ARP inside that cabinet
Takin' too long in the trap, what the fuck you want?
Who keep textin' to her phone, what the fuck she on?
Put the Glock up to your dome, shoot the chromosome
Try to break inside the trap, now I'm home alone
Soon as I put shots in her spot, blow the candles out
Crumble, had strain in my hair, we gon' gun him down
I have 'em stand on my block, know who run the town
Check the back, check everything 'fore we leavin' out
I put lil' twin on the 'net, I can't leave him out
All the way, get to the trunk, gotta head around
Fishin' for a big fish, throw my fishin' rod out
Niggas on fuck shit, ran your lil' squad down
I'm on the train
The bitch went from Brooklyn, Jamaica, Queens
Pop out with clip, that bitch long like a limousine
Slap your ass out with that gun, now you twitchin' shit
Promethazine, I'm a real big fan of it
Not drinkin' lean, I don't consider Tris
Put my fuckin' beam, electrocute some shit
Two sets of keys to the striker whip
Block havin' fiends standin' out late
Check my bookbag, havin' nothin' but some pape'
Smoke with the gang, gotta burn down the USA
Get out with Glock, shoot that bitch at a country place
Take a bankroll, now I'm back to that main street
Jump the gang out, you weren't here, I'd take a leap
Hell in a Cell on my block, WWE
Shut your ass down with this fire, you can't run from me
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck
