Death Comes In Threes lyrics

[Producer Tag: ChopGodLewi]
Lewi still the ChopGod

[Verse 1: Matt Houston]
You want that fly sh*t?
I'm the pilot, that's my sh*t
Disguised with all the bullsh*t you be likin'
Something you can vibe with
See the light in, it's vibrant
Give you life sh*t
Make her mine for the night quick
All that hype sh*t
Beat the beat up it's violent
I'm stylin'
Imagine him coyote wilin'
I'm nice as the highest
Leave a rapper lifeless
Buildin' up my résumé the greatest on your iris
The sky is the limit
Why you think I'm puffin' out these clouds? Tryna' get it?
Wait a second
Toguro with the bars b*tch yeah he flexin' (Yeah)
Spittin' flames hot as Hell tryna' find my way to Heaven
And I might not make it
What I'm tryna' say is got these b*tches bumpin' Gucci gettin' white girl wasted
They all say they tryna' slay sh*t
I'mma dragon spittin flames attackin' tracks and I ain't never goin' back up in my cage
Aye, Matt is straight insane with the rap flow
Spittin' dope might O-D off of that dose
Straight cheesin' with a bad hoe she that cold
All that talkin' sh*t made me an as*h*le
You gettin' what you asked for
Savage with the bars they should put my ass in prison
Lookin' for your chick she in my crib if she went missin'
I'm just the sh*t it's just that simple what you want me to say?
I bring it home King James sh*t they bout to parade and you late
[Verse 2: Chris Patrick & ChopGodLewi]
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I'm the expert in this avenue
My effort not unnoticed
Y'all ain't never had the aptitude to severe all my focus cause
My attitude is actually gettin' monstrous
n*ggas is preposterous
Difference between us simple, you a b*tch without accomplishments, eclipsin' all your confidence
Cinematic n*ggas send their clips but we not watchin' it
Sensitive ass n*ggas still be b*tches up there barkin' sh*t
Mike Vick tempo
Slaughter anything
Slaughter everything
Slaughter enemies
Slaughter the pack of the heathens leechin' all upon on my energy
Seein' they lost identities
Reach to build a kingdom not lead us through all the century
Censor me if you will
Too explicit to kill
Too efficient I'mma build and plot the sh*t as I feel
I been poppin' since '96 tryna' grind for a mil'
I been shinin' like diamonds and the rock on my grill
I been tryna' keep cool 'cause it's hot in the fields
Slidin' on these fools like I rock with the seals
Watchin' all my moves I don't mind for the real
n*ggas need to just watch they self
Workin' all day 'til the sun is down
Need a hunnid thou'
Every time a n*gga dumb it down
Don't talk b*tches and then run around (Lewi still the Chop God)
This is not the time to be that humble now
We up in the jungle now
[Verse 3: shofu]
And we don't f*ck around
Sick of talkin' if I hear another sound
My n*ggas comin' to your crib to gun it down
Happy that you stuck around
b*tch I keep a stick like I'm a drummer now
Pop and leave a pus*y n*gga underground
I linger like a thundercloud, unfortunate
You b*tchin' I ignored it b*tch
I chop the body up and then I stored the b*tch
My tree was gettin' light I needed ornaments
​shofu the enormous sh*t
You won't get a win up in my tournament
I'm so extraordinate
Sit around my pockets gettin' corpulent
They bigger than my legs this disproportionate
That's a metamorphosis
If you try to play me like an organist
You end up in a box like a contortionist
b*tch I barely rap and I be torchin' sh*t
Pull up where you staying give your coordinates to all of my subordinates
Your b*tch such a whore for this
Promised her a hundred for the head
She sucked my di*k I took the money and ignored the b*tch
Can't give money to a b*tch
Flash bands watch her ass it go dummy on the di*k
Dark night but it's lookin' so sunny on my wrist
You broke ain't a damn' thing funny in this b*tch
Too nice get clapped for breathin'
Get slapped when I snap then season
My plate you get smacked for eatin'
I attack for feedin'
Got your b*tch up on my lap she tweakin'
Lemme' hit it from the back for reasons
pus*y n*gga I can rap for seasons
You n*ggas ain't 'bout sh*t
All that money talk is cheap
I walk unique
You broke ass n*ggas can't walk with me
Or talk to me
Or watch for free
You better watch the street
And dot your i's and cross your t's before you think about crossin' me
This ain't a dream, n*gga, you can really die up in this b*tch
And we won't lose even an ounce of sleep
[Producer Tag: ChopGodLewi]
Lewi still the ChopGod

[Outro: shofu]
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