Nuclear Winter lyrics

[Verse 1: Ak3k]
When I break a b*tch, I never leave the evidence
sh*tting on you rappers, I don't see nobody better than the gang be coming up
I kill them all for just for adrenaline
Kicking in your door, I do not wait for you to lemme in, yeah
Keep that .45 tucked by my gut
Oh f*ck, I'ma come and dust a mothaf*cka up
I ain't talkin' just to talk because that sh*t ain't adding up
Right now I feel like giving up, but do I really give a f*ck? Yeah
I'ma soldier, keep my head low
Grinding 'til I make it and I put that on my dead folks
Surrender control of all the things that I can't let go
Feeling like the devil, I don't see a f*cking halo, yeah
I pull with the f*cking choppa, lеt it bust
Getting everything I want, got mе feeling like the one
If he really wanna problem, I'ma smoke him like a blunt
Heard he talking out of pocket so I got to mitt them up, yeah
Gimme all the racks, get back or get your skull cracked
Taking what I want, you f*cked up, I'm next up
Hellhound Milita, piped up, so guess what
Kill a mothaf*cka, dump the body in the aquaduct
pus*y talking all this sh*t but he won't ever back it up
f*cking on ya shawty and I told her ass to back it up
Saying you a goofy when we naked then we laugh it up
Dropping off the bodies 'cause she love to see me rack 'em up
[Verse 2: do not resurrect]
Red beam, lead piece, hold up boy, don't test me
Holographic gleam on the sight, what a blessing
I be like a thief in the night while you resting
I remove the peace from your life, now you stressing
Glockboi, don't make me put the beam on it
Hopping out the Scatty Pack, ain't nothing but a thing homie
I keep circle very small, ain't nothin' less my team on it
Chopper seem to chop them up, I let that f*cker ring, woadie
I could keep it old school, hold up I'ma c*ck back
Thought a n*gga told you, roll up and I cop that
I be sipping soju, pour it, I'ma toss back
I'ma keep it loaded in my holy water bloodbath
All my n*ggas rolling, got them smoking on a op pack
I be like a soldier when I'm loading up for combat
I need mental closure, I'm still open on the contract
I got flow pneumonia, I be cold, it ain't no contest
What a n*gga want, huh? Bullet through his spleen, ho
Watch a n*gga dump once, he can't hit a thing though
All she want is tough love, I can't feel a thing, ho
I might cut him up and leave him rotting on the bottom of the sea floor