STILL LIMB TRAFFICKING lyrics

[Intro]
The embodied parts have been sold online in small dissected portions and human cadavers and then sold online
(G-G-GORE STREET)

[Chorus]
When I hear the siren sounds, I hit encrypt
I can't have no piggies in here lookin' at my sh*t
They might end up findin' proof that I sold a b*tch in bits
Neatly wrapped package at your door, treat it as a gift
I'm so damn excited every time I sell, I ice my wrists
If I died without no swag, I'd say to find my grave and p*ss
I know Russian motherf*ckers that could make you not exist
I got duffel bags full of rubber bands and sh*t that rips (This one’s for the shock fiеnds)

[Verse]
Roach stomper boots wit' it
I don't discriminate, I shoot guys and I shoot b*tches (Ah)
As thе basement gets more messy, I see new riches (Ah)
I could make an amputee in under two minutes (Ahh)
Huffin' spray paint in the back alley (G-G-GORE STREET)
When I'm done, I go on Tor browser, so they can't track me (Ah)
Don't care that she mad, in 10 minutes, she'll prolly ask to jack me
Hit me with that bitcoin, yeah, bruh, you can't Cash App me
I got shipments in the damn backseat

[Chorus]
When I hear the siren sounds, I hit encrypt (Ah)
I can't have no piggies in here lookin' at my sh*t (Ah)
They might end up findin' proof that I sold a b*tch in bits
Neatly wrapped package at your door, treat it as a gift (Ah)
I'm so damn excited every time I sell, I ice my wrists (Ah)
If I died without no swag, I'd say to find my grave and p*ss (GORE STREET)
I know Russian muh'f*ckers that could make you not exist (Ah)
I got duffel bags full of rubber bands and sh*t that rips
[Outro]
All my b*tch f*ck with is hustle
I'm too gangsta for a boojy b*tch, oh sh*t I think the rubber bust
I'm too turnt up, yo b*tch she just can't get enough
And you can learn some so lil n*gga listen up
I was livin in my b*tch crib