TOMBSTONE lyrics

[Intro: YAUX]
(Takizava spill yo' blood)
(Эй сука, зашей мне ебало)
(You're about to get Yaux'd)
Yeah, yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh, yah, yuh
Yuh, yah, yuh, yah, yuh, yeah, oh

[Verse 1: YAUX]
Get right, uh
Pedal to the metal when I swerve aside
b*tch, I be insane with this, I'm certified
All up in her guts like it is homicide
Money tall, without it, b*tch, I'm still 6’5”
Talk a lot of sh*t, I'm 'bout to take your pride
Everybody sleepin' but their eyes still white
b*tch, you wanna think but your brain too fried, uh

[Hook: YAUX]
G-g-goddamn, hop the f*ck off of my c*ck, man
I don't get why they still talkin'
Nobody wanna be y'all, man
Goddamn, hop the f*ck off of my c*ck, man
I don't get why they still talkin'
Nobody wanna be y'all, man

[Verse 2: Afourteen]
Walk in the motherf*cker, goddamn
Walk in the motherf*ckеr with two guns, uh
Motherf*cker, goddamn, eating ass, wе shot up the bar mitzvah
Motherf*ckers wan' tryna to eat the dust
Y'all ain't lookin'
Grab my camera and now you're lookin'
Got my [?] go
Ugh-ugh, ayy, yeah, ayy
Got the bands on me, b*tch, and [?] buildin'
I never [?]
I see that b*tch [?], yeah
You better not walk out, no
Better not walk out, no
You better not walk out, no
Yuh, shotgun strap
Yuh, shotgun strap
Yuh, shotgun strap
Yuh, shotgun strap
Yuh, shotgun strap
[Verse 3: YAUX]
I, ha, do not give two f*cks
Your point is useless, make 'em itch, lupus
Bye, ha, 'bouta get booted
I got 'em muted, lemme go stupid, agh
Bam, onomatopoeia, b*tch I wouldn't wanna be ya'
When I pull up better see ya' mouth shut, uh
I'ma go do what I want, uh
I'ma go stack up my funds, uh
Ho, I don't miss, swallow my p*ss
Don't reminisce, I don't stay in the past
I got a blade, I keep it on the dash
All of you b*tches are never gonna last
I'm so swagged up, it be leakin' out my ears
Livin' rent free, you should check inside your ear

[Verse 4: Afourteen]
Yeah, f*ck that, chopped up in the black bag, pull up in a black truck
Every time I hear a verse from you f*ck-boys, yeah, you is not 'nough
I'm c*cky as f*ck, but, man, how could I not be?
On your girlfriend, suckin' on my c*ck, see
I'm doin' everything you not, B, ha
Load it up, load it up 'cause we gon' throw it up
The focus, yuh, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Afourteen]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yeah, yeah, yeah