BYUNGY CYPHER lyrics

[Intro: GXNER.]
(Takizava spilled yo' blood)
(You’re a goner)
Yeah, what? What? Yeah, yeah, yeah
What? What? What? Yeah

[Verse 1: GXNER.]
Yeah, I'm pushin' like two hundred on the dash
When you're runnin', get to Ezra Miller then I slash
Yeah, they runnin', I really be the one that got stabbed
Want a verse? You're getting taxed
Man, I really love my racks (Yeah)
One, two, bodies dead, I let the choppa talk
Got like three blood stoppers, bro I really love my blick
Got like four plaques, aw, man, I really need to dump
Have you rappers really jumped? Feel immortal, feel like Guts

[Verse 2: ISSBROKIE]
My b*tch like GXNER, when we f*ck I got her yellin' (Yeahh)
She suck my balls and then I'm tossin' that b*tch to the set (Yeah)
These rappers got me f*cked up thinkin' they the best, uh
b*tch, Yung Brokie got the BB belt around my neck, uh
I'm up in this room wreakin' havoc
Yeah, none of these rappers want static wit' me, uh
And I carry a [?] a gat, I swear that I'm never caught lacking, diss me
And all these rappers lame, dissin' lame, trippin' same sh*t, same lyrics, same gimmicks, same mimic, same sh*tty delivery, gettin' rid of 'em, b*tch
[Verse 3: $TRANDED]
I'ma let the Glock talk, I'ma let it bang-bang
I'ma break your jaw off, I'ma let it hang
You cannot see me, so you cannot hide
pus*y stop talking, [?]
You get marked through your head, b*tch, I laugh when you're dead
You speak up through the internet, but never to my face
Walk the walk, when I'm in this b*tch, I always leave a trace
Shut em off, I don't give a f*ck don't wanna hear you talk
[?]
I don't wanna hear you speaking

[Verse 4: NOWARDEN]
Baby, where do we go when we die?
Water on my trail and I'm wondering why
See that you're blue winged, that you're gonna fly
Blade tucked, face f*cked, now I go goodbye
[?], you don't understand
[?] on my mind, everything is [?]
[?] with any hand, this chopper cost a band
[?] f*ck-boy, I don't wanna [?]

[Verse 5: orgetplus]
[?]
I don't know, he a lil' Korea boy
[Verse 6: Yaffe]
Yeah, bust that sh*t, fight nonstop
Come on, f*ck that, b*tch, get your legs dropped
Yeah, I've been singing dropping don't f*ck with it though
Yeah, I'ma take a shot once you answer the door (Yeah)
I've been popping pills, ain't no breaking, I'm sturdy (Yeah)
I've been driving [?] grip up on the .30 (Yeah)
Broke your b*tch back, been heaven sent (Yeah)
Don't got sh*t, 'less you pay the rent, pay the rent

[Verse 7: GORT]
All I want to do is make music to scare the hoes away
Taking all this cyanide 'cause that’ll help my brain decay
Peel off my skin every day 'til my blood get drained away
Drained away, my blood—, drained away

[Verse 8: pixldust]
b*tch you is talking that sh*t 'til [?]
[?]

[Verse 9: BissiBoi]
Wait, huh, who’s that? Well I'm Bissi, that's my name
It'll be over soon, I'll knock a groupie at the bar
[?] gonna die, yeah you see me, that's your last
'Cause the barb on this bat gon' be passed in your head
Nothing quite beats waking up in the trunk of a 1973 Impala
[?]
[Verse 10: SEMTEXXX]
Okay, p*ssed off, give a f*ck, don't wanna feel anything
All these bottles on the floor, there is no fill, I can drink
I can't feel my f*cking face, I put the knife in your spleen
I've been here for f*cking days until [?]
[?]
[?]
Walk up in this b*tch, she [?] I don't give a f*ck [?]
[?]

[Verse 11: Quankk]
I wanna put my feet up in some Ricky's, think I'll take some True's
Why you acting f*cking gangster but you scared to f*cking shoot
I got that 23, [?] you know I like to hoop
[?]
I got these rappers screaming on the track, they wanna be me so bad
Posted in the [?]
Talking with my di*k out, [?] you a big fan
Hit him with that 40, n*gga I give that f*cker whiplash

[Verse 12: Heptaknot]
f*ck around with me, I'll get you drinking blood (What)
Hang around the wrong folks, you get caught (Yeah)
Everybody [?]
They gon run, they gon run, I don't really give a f*ck
You push a [?] and then I knock off
[?] contraband [?]
[?]
How you let a clown, [?] and stay down

[Verse 13: Kyll Dyll]
I'm the voice in the back of your head telling you to jump
Step back, b*tch, before you get all the kickback
I grip that sh*t, [?] I'm gonna flip that sh*t, f*ck that b*tch
[?], I'm getting more money then it's goin' to the waste
Your body can't keep up with this violent pace
I go through your city if you know the hate
Get out of here, I'm makin' a case
I'm making a life just straight dissipate
What's that, b*tch? f*ck you and your existence
I'ma cut that sh*t, f*ck that b*tch

[Verse 14: Lope Dope]
Yeah, yo' b*tch like my accent, I put it up in her back end
These rappers say I'm Soundboard, they ain't get no bag, yeah
Yo’ car need a jump, yeah, you need some spark plugs (Yeah)
Back in the day, I used to [?]
b*tch, I don't give no f*ck, you ain't gon’ touch my cup
When I grip this .45, it came with monkey nuts
Yeah, I'm finna switch up, swing your cup, I'm finna f*ck it up
Put my di*k up in your guts, I'm finna f*ck you up

[Verse 15: Uncle Grant]
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
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