XT CYPHER lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah yeah yeah
You already know what the f*ck goin' on f*ck n*gga
Xtreme trap sh*t, deathproof sh*t [?]
Xtreme trap cyph' let's get it

[Verse 1: LICH TYCOON]
N-n-n-n-no drive by, park and burn it up on you
My rocket sight on you [?]
[?] where they go to find yo' body
Should've known at first this the last time you rob me
Run you down and it all blast off to f*ckin' pieces
Run you down where your head go is where you're gonna be
Keep your little stupid ass out my motherf*ckin' street
These dogs don't play, we was ready to fire
There's no way through these motherf*ckin' trеnches
In my life, on the march [?]
[?]
Keep my businеss from these dumb little b*tches
[?]
Flock-flock-flockin' b*tches all around me I'm the pitcher
[?]

[Verse 2: HHPBABYG]
Man I leave your b*tch and I leave her ass heart broke
If he gonna burn up we gon' cook em like some charcoal
People think we crazy, say we walkin' down the dark road
But we don't give a f*ck, b*tch we walk around like Dark Souls
I like dark hearts, I like the dark hearts
I place my hand on yo' b*tch, all these dark marks
My life like Skyrim, I'm takin' trips to mark off
Tear off your limbs like I'm takin' off some car parts
[?] and the demons fake
Yo' b*tch believe in me, she my little semen freak
I obey in your nightmares if you sleep wit' me
I don't fight fair, I hold that pipe if you [?]
Blade in my grip
Brass on my fists
Play wit' a grip then yo' ass I'ma kiss
You will ask for my tip
Cause this cash that I keep
Man yo' b*tch sell the soul to the whole f*ckin' clique
Let's go
You know what the f*ck goin' on pus*y boy
We just makin' a whole lotta noise
[Verse 3: REJECTEDREYNA]
[?]
And your b*tch is givin' head
What you thought it was
And what you think it is
[?]
I'll take your lights out wit' a drop kick

[Verse 4: KAMATAYAN]
[?] f*ckin' sentiment
My whole life i've been in debt
My whole life is turnin' black
In this world I can't go back
I don't stop, I love the pain
[?]
f*ck don't test me I'm insane
Love the wicked stuff I create
[?]
Boy he think he slick, he think he sly, think he sly
Dancin' with the reaper, wanna die, wanna die

[Verse 5: YUMISOCUTE]
Keep me caught up b*tch
Catch me on the day to go and cut a b*tch
f*ck you and the game that you claim you actin' thuggin' wit'
Tryna keep up, are you dumb? b*tch you strugglin'
Came from the streets and that sh*t can be humblin'
Try me b*tch and I dare you
b*tches run from me, lil baby I might scare you
Movin' through some sides that you pus*y hoes don't dare to
If that money callin' than I'm bouncin' like it's Aryu
Ain't a b*tch, [?] in my head and they slippin'
I can't tell what when or what and who did it
I forgot the f*cks to give in my sentence
n*ggas said they cookin' and never been in the kitchen
I see alot of f*ckin' hypocrites in here
I f*ckin' hate that sh*t, on me I swear
And if you movin' weird stay the f*ck from 'round here
'Fore I murk you, send yo' ass back with the reaper
See alot of f*ckin' hypocrites in here
I f*ckin' hate that sh*t, on me I swear
And if you movin' weird stay the f*ck from 'round here (Fetch me their souls)
'Fore I murk you, send yo' ass back with the reaper
[Outro]
God damn
Hot XT.99
Feel like a god damn Billy & Mandy
God damn Billy & Mandy
Fred Fredburger
What y'all n*ggas know 'bout Fred Fredburger
I bet I bet y'all n*ggas don't remember
Re-remember Uhhh Fred-