GARDEN OF THESE DEAD BODIES lyrics

[Intro]
(Делит на бите, сука)

[Hook: Danni Perco]
I'm tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
All they faces f*cked up cuz my red Bugatti
These n*ggas hungry for my fade, but I ain’t fed nobody
I'm an S-tier shooter, b*tch I'm shredding lobbies
I’m tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
I end fake n*ggas, always tryna fled with copies
I get bad b*tches, ain't nobody else can cop these
Sex, money, drugs, and murder are my favorite hobbies

[Verse 1: Danni Perco]
Welcome to the afterlife, say what's up to hades
You learn to be a pus*y n*gga if you tryna learn to hate me
Cut you with a butter knife, torture til' you crazy
If you want me more the four days a week, then you gotta pay me
I'm not your therapist, I'm here to make you p*ssed
And that's exactly why I'm never gon’ be delicate
You say I’m arrogant when I'm just elegant
I can’t be blamed when your hate makes me intelligent

[Hook: Danni Perco]
I'm tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
All they faces f*cked up cuz my red Bugatti
These n*ggas hungry for my fade, but I ain't fed nobody
I'm an S-tier shooter, b*tch I’m shredding lobbies
I'm tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
I end fake n*ggas, always tryna fled with copies
I get bad b*tches, ain't nobody else can cop these
Sex, money, drugs, and murder are my favorite hobbies
[Verse 2: Nikkateen]
I been droppin' bodies almost every single day
I mow down any n*gga without a doubt, ain't no delay
You ain't no competition for me, I ain't got much to say
How the f*ck you hate me then stay chillin' wit' copy 'n pastes, uh
f*ck all you clowns, uh
You n*ggas copying sounds, uh
Can't even stand your own ground, uh
So get the f*ck off my di*k
You motherf*ckin' b*tch
I stand all above you n*ggas, ain't no f*ckin' question
I won't ever lose no sleep over you f*ckin' peasants
I empty the clip
Yo crew f*ckin dip
You pus*y as sh*t
You quake at my presence, uh

[Hook: Danni Perco & Nikkateen]
I'm tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
(All they faces f*cked up cuz my red Bugatti)
These n*ggas hungry for my fade, but I ain't fed nobody
(I'm an S-tier shooter, b*tch I'm shredding lobbies)
I'm tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
(I end fake n*ggas, always tryna fled with copies)
I get bad b*tches, ain't nobody else can cop these
(Sex, money, drugs, and murder are my favorite hobbies)