"Silly Boys" lyrics
(feat. Schizo)
I'm the hellraiser and I came to take my throne Got a Bullet proof vest bullet holes breaking bones
You a bitch nigga
Better watch your fuckin tone
I'm the devil and the reaper bitch I came to take your soul
Gang Gang at you neck bitch we coming with the semi tech
Strapped with a 30, you be strapped with that pussy shit
Acting like you hard and talk shit on the internet
That a fuckin clue that in person that you sweetest kid
Testing my demons destroying my enemies, y'all are not friends of me better not fuck with me
Talking that shit I be a bagging up bodies I'm coming for blood you can call it phlebotomy
Yuh
On the verge of decapating they fuckin throats
But I rather see them suffer from the shit That I wrote
Bunch a pussy boys talkin all they fagget shit
Recognize my name when you faggets talkin mad shit
Lil fuck boys thinking they can rap now
I can drop addy since you dissin with your sacks out
Heavy hitta gut splitta talk shit then fuck with it
No games bitch lames pussys I ain't playin with em
Back with my cracked bat where these pussys at
Run they fuckin mouth but now they hiding like some pussy cats
Mobbin with my gang bitch just stay In lane
Y'all are gettin when the motha fuckin blood rains
I'll sit back and I'll laugh at your blood stains
I ain't trippin bitch I'm with it I won't mention names
So both of y'all fucked up
Just fucken run your gums bitch and you talk tough
UAV call your bluff, so why you back up?
Keep fucken pushin run the fade and truly test your luck
Roll on thru and set'em up
Depressin times, and a whole lot of pressure
You setting off my fucken limits, and it's too high to measure
It's not measurin up, thinkin you sizin me up
Bitch you too scared of the stomp, why you still feedin the chump?
Corny ass little boys, be sendin shots
But always missin
Still on this silly boy bullshit, will they ever finish?
Always fishin for a hook, that's why they stayed dissin
Had no material left, they truly are T.R.I.P.'en
You a bitch nigga
Better watch your fuckin tone
I'm the devil and the reaper bitch I came to take your soul
Gang Gang at you neck bitch we coming with the semi tech
Strapped with a 30, you be strapped with that pussy shit
Acting like you hard and talk shit on the internet
That a fuckin clue that in person that you sweetest kid
Testing my demons destroying my enemies, y'all are not friends of me better not fuck with me
Talking that shit I be a bagging up bodies I'm coming for blood you can call it phlebotomy
Yuh
On the verge of decapating they fuckin throats
But I rather see them suffer from the shit That I wrote
Bunch a pussy boys talkin all they fagget shit
Recognize my name when you faggets talkin mad shit
Lil fuck boys thinking they can rap now
I can drop addy since you dissin with your sacks out
Heavy hitta gut splitta talk shit then fuck with it
No games bitch lames pussys I ain't playin with em
Back with my cracked bat where these pussys at
Run they fuckin mouth but now they hiding like some pussy cats
Mobbin with my gang bitch just stay In lane
Y'all are gettin when the motha fuckin blood rains
I'll sit back and I'll laugh at your blood stains
I ain't trippin bitch I'm with it I won't mention names
So both of y'all fucked up
Just fucken run your gums bitch and you talk tough
UAV call your bluff, so why you back up?
Keep fucken pushin run the fade and truly test your luck
Roll on thru and set'em up
Depressin times, and a whole lot of pressure
You setting off my fucken limits, and it's too high to measure
It's not measurin up, thinkin you sizin me up
Bitch you too scared of the stomp, why you still feedin the chump?
Corny ass little boys, be sendin shots
But always missin
Still on this silly boy bullshit, will they ever finish?
Always fishin for a hook, that's why they stayed dissin
Had no material left, they truly are T.R.I.P.'en
