​doom lyrics

[Intro​: DjNYT3M4R3]
b*tch, I'm with yuke and I'm finna f*ckin' puke up
[?]
b*tch, I'm with yuke and I'm finna f*ckin' puke up
[?]
b*tch, I'm with—, b*tch, I'm with yuke and I'm finna f*ckin' puke up
[?]
Twin Glocks, b*tch, got me feelin' like doom
(Guess I have to go down)
(syren)

[Verse 1: ​DjNYT3M4R3]
b*tch, I'm with yuke and I'm finna f*ckin' puke up
[?]
Twin Glocks, b*tch, got me feelin' like doom
I'ma shoot that boy in the face and then run
I was finna f*ck his b*tch but that b*tch got a S.T.D.​
[?]blood and money, no, I don't do that, I be
I f*ck b*tches, I pop mollies, I do everything I want
I flex big, I brought a bag so, b*tch, you know I flex and flaunt

[Verse 2: yuke]
Chuys on my ass, you can see it when I j*rk
He was talkin' down so we givin' him that work
We caught a n*gga lackin' so you know that he got murked
Get a b*tch bad, she ain't better than Perc
She ain't better than a Perc
[?] and wе shot him from a clerk
Me and xxniff at a party and we gеttin' turnt