DEATH LOOP lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Yeah, yeah, no f*ckin'
Sy uses this beat, but f*ck it
That's my n*gga, but I'm bout to kill it much harder
Let's get it

[Verse 1]
Feeling like city girls
Give a f*ck bout a n*gga
f*ck a b*tch too
Everybody finna switch up
This b*tch wanna suck
On my di*k till she spit up
Put this c*m up on your chest
And lick it like you doing sit ups
n*ggas always talking
You don’t even gotta say sh*t
n*ggas been fake
Wanna talk all of this hate sh*t
You up in my DMs
When I'm blowing you erase sh*t
b*tch pick up the pace
Now you nervous and anxious

In a death loop
For no reason it’s endless
All of this pressure
Cuz i have to win b*tch
b*tch boy pus*y boy
I’m on some revenge sh*t
n*ggas got me f*cked up
For life i’m defenseless
It’s a new sеason n*gga why are you breathing
n*ggas talking sh*t your career is f*cking receeding
b*tch boy
I’m finna bеat you until you bleeding
Why you still here
You better of f*cking leaving

Get out of my dms
Cuz i’ll beat your f*cking face in
You are just another of the problems that im facing
Been hated n*ggas i’m a certified racist
If it was up to me i’d kill the whole population

All this work that i’m doing
Can’t you see that it’s worth it
You sitting idle
I’m sitting home working
I just wanna break sh*t cuz
You don’t deserve it
You n*ggas parasitic

Stds feel the burn b*tch

n*gga online rue the day just like he Neville
Hard behind a screen face mask on the devil
U was never hard n*gga we the new metal
Put it to his dome now this beef sh*t is settled
Spent 3 months isolated in texas
Still my worst song
Going harder than your best sh*t
I was in my bag
Making money
Getting reckless
I’m back on my bullsh*t
So don’t try to flex b*tch
Feeling like gwyn
n*gga lord of cinder
I just wanna f*ck
f*ck a date no tinder
Inside all summer
Making money all winter
I’m playing on hard mode
You playing on beginner