Armageddon lyrics

[Intro: Cblu]
Graah (Aaaaaahhhh)

[Verse 1]
Yus got shot twice, ain't do a thing
Sha Gz got shot, still ain’t do a thing
Yus out here wildin, mentioning my gang
Like, when we gon slide, we gon let it rain
RIP Naz, for cuzzy, puttin in pain
Bro was on timing, spinning everyday
So I’m spinning for weeks, you gon feel my pain (Grah, Grah)

[Verse 2]
(Graah)
And I put it for gang, I can merch that
Plenty of times I threw shots, they ain't dump back
And all of these new n*ggas on our di*k
f*ck it, G-Pop rollin in a spliff
All them n*ggas gon die mentioning JayRipK
Jstar on the net, sucking Cblu di*k
n*gga go and get back for your brother
And to Dudey, I’m smoking his pops
Catch EK, send him up to ‘dot
And Notti, I smoke him a lot
Dumb lil kid, put up in a box
n*ggas died, and they went to the stu'
All on the net, acting like they cool
Tell the truth, you ain’t tryna slide, you ain’t gotta ride, you ain't let it flock (Graah)
[Verse 3]
No hips, cuz I don’t like to dance
.30 in my pants, gotta let it blend
Oh that’s ya b*tch, I hit her with my mans
Blocky on di*k, but lowkey he a fan
Say what you want, I never ever ran
Got shot, stabbed still up on the stand
Sucking di*k, she do it with no hands
Paint her face, she call me blue Picasso
On the 4th, looking for the Vatos
Catch me an opp, do him like Dubs
n*ggas b*tches, bubbles in the tub
I heard Yus gay, he like it in the butt (Faggot)
Make a box, like he ain't get shot
Stop making diss tracks and spin up on a block
n*ggas dissing, thats cuz they irrelevant
n*ggas buying views to stay ahead of it
Oh ya b*tch sick, I’m her medicine
Oh he sweeping, knock him off his feet
We smoke fries, don't put him in the V
EK pus*y, and his b*tch a thot
He with his kid, f*ck it Mali flock
No remorse once you mention dead's, and the way that you see him, fill him up with led
I’m on timing, yeah I’m sliding
First opp I see, put him right to bed
My opps pus*y, all they mans is dead
[Verse 4]
Rah, Wayne, Edot, Dubz
Shots to the head
Woo, Notti, Dummy, Matt
They got poked now they dead
Before rapping, n*gga I was clapping n*gga, better ask what I did in these streets
Searching for opps like it’s hide or go seek
On the block, Mr. 38
Dump on the outside, leaving no trace
Face shot, how he still alive?
They know how we get when they chatting on live
First gun I ever had was a ducey
sh*t jammed up, had to cop the .9
I’m in Harlem, “Yagi, where the Fries?”
Ayo Skino, let’s slide, bro got the whip, I’m dumping while he drive

[Outro: Cblu]
(Bro got the whip, I’m dumping while he drive) (Cblu)