SLNY lyrics

[King Iso] [Intro]
There’s a lot of people that do local music or something like that you know? haha...
They say I worship the devil… you know what I’m saying?
They funny thing about ...these particular n*ggas is like...
I’ve actually had homocidal fantasies about killing them...
And I’m like “You Stupid Local N*gga You”

[Verse 1]
By the time you b*tches are
Get life designed sh*t is gone
You might just die up in your calm
My 9 is like a wrecking ball
I’m Miley Cyrus chicken ball
I’m high of ice and chicken broth
I might just snipe your kids and all
Give my psychiatrist call
I dont like to listen yall
I’m a psycho, weapon haul
Might just pipe your b*tch and all
Like your vitals b*tch im gone
Buy your rifle with the bomb
Knife to slice your wrist and palm
Driving by your crib at dawn
Lights so bright though, hit your lawn
When I go I do, if i dont like you, I will try to kill your mom
Driving by your fathers grave side and tried to dig ‘em dawg
p*ss me off
I go viral by no time to kill 'em all
Spit your bars
By the time they listen homie he'll be gone
N*ggas dont really wanna get involved
Fight me like you did your broad
Coward ass n*ggas blood
Christ don’t like you just dissolve
Balling like im Bynum, I am, I could buy the freaking mall
Stupid local n*gga you
That just got you n*ggas soft
[Chorus]
Ending you, killing you
f*ck your hood and any crew
N*ggas do, anything for attention all you n*ggas too
Firing Squad be whipping dude
C-ray, Twisted, Bishop, too
Iso in this b*tch we brackin
Stupid local n*gga you
(repeat x1)

[Verse 2]
I should’ve been gone a long time ago because of powder trails
Hit your side with a 45 lurking and see where all them cowards drill
Yall thought I forgot about 2010?
Why the f*ck they let me out of jail?
Could’ve killed you now I got Album sales
They looking at me like “How the hell?”
I'm so low blood, you are not my friend
Run up on a n*gga with a Glock c*cked in
Took his top off just for c*ck blocking
Blow a snot rocket on your hot pocket
Am i Killa Rel? No, I shot him
Iso murk though, I’m not him
Reali-t please, God stop it
I’m Venom now, where’s Doc Oc been?
Peter Parker? I shot Ben
Spider man get my Goblin
Mary jane too i got my c*ck in
You never put a n*gga in a 5 by 10
Face me to Jay-Z to Baja men
Wasted big meat I'll chop chop then
They'll never get a piece of my Poppin
I spit raw but im not Hopsin
I be Killing mothaf*ckas in a minute when i hit em with the venom n*ggas tell me that im not toxic
I dont give a f*ck about you n*ggas hatin on me
In my city n*ggas feel me when I drop my sh*t
I’m Hot b*tch, not my di*k
Got rockets, block watch this
Catch you in the mall and lay you down like Hot Topic like Rob Parkins
[Chorus]
Ending you, killing you
f*ck your hood and any crew
N*ggas do, anything for attention all you n*ggas too
Firing Squad be whipping dude
C-ray, Twisted, Bishop, too
Iso in this b*tch we brackin
Stupid local n*gga you
(repeat x1)