CHIRP lyrics

[XELISHURT]
Yuh, yuh, aye
Yuh, aye, yuh
Little b*tch
Yes I got blood on my kicks, on my coat
Whats that
There's blood on my wrist
Own a big shotgun
b*tch load it and I c*ck back
Grabbing on my di*k
Man I love it when she c*ck back

Walk up in the store
Little n*gga I might cop that
Blowing like a bomb
Little b*tch I got a fat pack
All this f*cking cash
Couldn't fit it in the backpack
Running up the map
pus*y, tell me where my mac at

I said shot, shot, shot, little b*tch on you point-blank
Imma f*cking whip it little b*tch in a hotpot
Shoot a n*gga through his arms turn him to a croptop
Make his f*cking body turn red like a pig stop
It's a big bad b*tch
f*ck on my stacks
Hit after hit
b*tch all of it slaps
[K.V.N]
Aye, yuh, b*tch
These stacks finna get it like that
Imma spit facts til I put em on tracks
b*tch I won't stop til I get what I came for
f*ck you, Imma throw you in a black hole
Hey b*tch I'm offended
Running from prison, go finish your sentence
No you can't stop me, Im on my dimеneion
You think you rule, b*tch you f*cking demеnted

Wasteland, wasteland
Everything dead like a wasteland
Wasteland, wasteland
Everything dead like a wasteland
Everything dead, put a bullet in your head
No wandering through the night when your looking at the end
Walking through the depths, yeah Im looking at the edge
Take a step closer to the dead