Serial Killer lyrics

[SPEECH: DAVID GOGGINS]

What you need is the one thing I talked about in my book, was a straight up brutal work ethic. You have to be willing to outwork everybody in the world

[INTRO]

YO, YO, YEAH..
THE REAL 1 GANG n*ggA
STRAIGHT UP
LET'S GO

[Chorus] :-

I got Glock in my hand
I got Dagger in my hand
I got Sword in my hand
Big Bazookas in my hand
These Pussies aren't the gangsters; they just flexing their names
All mah n*ggas chasing b*tches, and I'm winning all these games
I got Glock in my hand
I got Dagger in my hand
I got Sword in my hand
Big Bazookas in my hand
These pussies aren't the gangsters, coz I catch em in the light
These n*ggas just chasing b*tches and I shoot em at the sight
[VERSE 1] :-

And all these clown face tryna act cool with those fakе chains
f*ck pus*y moves I never throw cash in thе clubs hoes
I came from the bottom with a lotta street knowledge in my cursed brain
Couple of friends turn their back on me when I need em the most
Fake b*tches now used to sleep with a snake
With a small f*cking fake di*k now, I just see her getting too attached
Its too funny how people choose their partners, just making me mad
Just spitting facts in a very spiritual way coz I'm playing the sober role
God blessed me with this rage and temptation when I f*ckin sold my soul

[BRIDGE] :-

Rags to Riches, I learn
n*ggas on n*ggas, my turn
b*tches on b*tches I burn
I just came from bottom
Flippin the page on my songs
And all you Pussies wanna cryyyy...

[Chorus] :-

I got Glock in my hand
I got Dagger in my hand
I got Sword in my hand
Big Bazookas in my hand
These Pussies aren't the gangsters; they just flexing their names
All mah n*ggas chasing b*tches, and I'm winning all these games
I got Glock in my hand
I got Dagger in my hand
I got Sword in my hand
Big Bazookas in my hand
These pussies aren't the gangsters coz I catch em in the light
These n*ggas just chasing b*tches and I shoot em at the sight
[VERSE 2] :-

Plug in the wire, knockin on the Devil's door and I rap on the choirs
Switch up the lanes, playing with an Ace, love smelling on burning tyres
Sippin codeine, smoking on lean, hop on a b*tch with the wires
n*ggas yelling f*ck the world, I say what the f*ck wit y'all liars

I HIDE MY UZI, IN THE JACUZZI
NOW THE FAKE b*tch, GOT A WIDE pus*y
FRESH JELLYFISH ON PLATE WITH SOME COOKIES
FEELS SO AMUSING, LIFE'S IN A CRUSH SHIP
HEAD ON HARD TITS, LEGS ON THE WHIP
b*tch WITH A STICK, SHE ON MY di*k
f*ck THE WHOLE WORLD, I LOVE DOIN sh*t

[OUTRO]

Cable for chills, now the reason for suicide
Labels on clothes, labels on bottles
Goodbyes after heartbreaks
n*ggas trade love