300 BO BLACKOUTS lyrics

We is trappin, trap-a-holics
We is trappin hard
300 bo blackouts blackin out yo f*ckin knees
Put the K right to ur head and drop your body, rest in peace
Empty magazine just dropped you like a piece of f*cking meat
Maggots in your body after 1 day in the trench
About to do something that im really going to regret
Bowie knife straight up, im gonna put in ur neck
And bullets laced with f*ckin fentanyl so help me god i hope you rest

Why you actin all ecstatic, actin all erratic
Gun up in my mansion swear theres someone always someone actin up
Im runnin' up i do not give a f*ck
KOS, i kill you and i kill you, when you dead?
X2

Servin that b*tch in a ditch yah
Ima run up with guns on my hip yah
Fully loaded that 30 round clip yah
Catchin bullets, that bulletproof vest yah
Shut the f*ck up you a b*tch yahhh
Shootin this gun cuz it hit you
f*ck you
X2

Im in the function, ima go f*ck it
Ima go f*ck it up
Im in the function, ima go f*ck it
Ima go f*ck it up
Bodies go dumpin, shootin the motha f*ckin gun
X2

[Necrosociety]

Glock 18, shoot that b*tch right in the face
Got that Glock and that Glock got a switch right shoot yo face
Empty out the magazine, i gave that b*tch cold feet
Cut her open, cut her up, her name is jane doe
Please help me, im insane, i just wanna die
f*ck this, f*ck my mother f*cking life
My life cannon fodder, all the f*cking time
Foot soldier left, right

f*ck your life, f*ck it up
You f*cking suck
I shoot these guns, go up in public, shoot it up
X2