SILLY BOYS lyrics

[T.R.I.P.]

I’m the hellraiser and I came to take my throne Got a Bullet proof vest bullet holes breaking bones
You a b*tch n*gga
Better watch your f*ckin tone
I’m the devil and the reaper b*tch I came to take your soul

Gang Gang at you neck b*tch we coming with the semi tech
Strapped with a 30, you be strapped with that pus*y sh*t
Acting like you hard and talk sh*t on the internet
That a f*ckin clue that in person that you sweetest kid

Testing my demons destroying my enemies, y’all are not friends of me better not f*ck with me
Talking that sh*t I be a bagging up bodies I’m coming for blood you can call it phlebotomy
Yuh
On the verge of decapating they f*ckin throats
But I rather see them suffer from the sh*t That i wrote

[SCHIZO]

Bunch a pus*y boys talkin all they fagget sh*t
Recognize my name when you faggets talkin mad sh*t
Lil f*ck boys thinking they can rap now
I can drop addy since you dissin with your sacks out
Heavy hitta gut splitta talk sh*t then f*ck with it
No games b*tch lames pus*ys i ain’t playin with em
Back wit my cracked bat where these pus*ys at
Run they f*ckin mouth but now they hiding like some pus*y cats
Mobbin with my gang b*tch just stay In lane
Y’all are gettin when the motha f*ckin blood rains
I’ll sit back and I’ll laugh at your blood stains
I ain’t trippin b*tch I’m wit it I won’t mention names
[VAGUE]

So both of y’all f*cked up
Just f*cken run your gums b*tch and you talk tough
UAV call your bluff, so why you back up?
Keep f*cken 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 f*cken limits, and it’s too high to measure
It’s not measurin up, thinkin you sizin me up
b*tch 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 bullsh*t, 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