TRAUMATIIIZED lyrics

[Intro]
Tiigrr

[Verse 1: FUKKSAILOR]
Get the f*ck up
Talkin' sh*t, get the cash
I'm in the trap with the f*ckin' stacks
Drum mags on a f*ckin Glock
Shoot a [?]
[?]
[?]
If he talkin' sh*t [?]
Get punched in yo' face, don't tell me to stop it
Knife in his back [?]
[?], I shoot at my target
[?], you get f*cked
.223's [?]
[?]
Poppin' the pills, I'm off a [?]
I'm f*ckin' yo' b*tch and she liked it
Sendin' me nudes, yeah, I was right there
[?] in the sacks
Suck on my di*k [?]
pus*y boy, it's a fact
[?]
[Verse 2: 83HADES]
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It's-It's dark in the night, so I got me black nine
I pistol whip him, gon' give him a black eye
I tote these guns, b*tch, I look like a bad guy
b*tch, I do them drive by's
T-Tyin the hands with a zip tie
Lettin' the glicks slidе
1-2-3-4 shots with the Glock 9
[?]
b*tch, I have been in the sh*t [?]
f*ckin' with all thе narcotics
I got to the mall, if I seen it, I bought it
f*ck with the gang then I'm takin you hostage
12 pull us over, got ice in my pocket
Press on the gas, bi-b*tch, we is not stoppin'
Pistol, I'm c*ckin'
All of these pus*y ass rappers be flaugin'
Pool of blood stain on yo' carpet
All on yo' head, b*tch, I mark it
So much of this green, you would think I was farmin'
I pull out the strap then I shoot at my target
12 on my ass, yeah, I know they be watchin'
Hold up, woah
I shoot my shot, b*tch, you know that's a basket
Come to New York, hoe, I'm grippin' the ratchet
[?], you end up with casket
[?] faggots
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