10,000 Degrees lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Nut, Yung Plague & Lil Choppa]
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin', it's this pimp here finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin', it's this pimp here finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin', it's this pimp here finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin', it's this pimp here finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin', it's this pimp here finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin', it's this pimp here finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin', it's this pimp here finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
If you busters slippin', it's this pimp here finna do the deal (Ruby got 'em)

[Verse 1: Yung Plague]
Straight outta hell, ring the bells, Plague is here to stay
Roaches and locusts, they cover me
No halo hoverin', follow me in your grave
Ain't got no Patek because I'll be here 'til the end of f*ckin' times
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done and still you wonder, "Who am I?"
I am the devil's son, born and raised
Preachin' suicide, googly eyes, "Tell me more," okay
Praise the f*ckin' devil, God can suck my di*k, I scorch the plains
Makin' mountains crumble, glaciers meltin', oceans swellin', I'm Lord of the Plagues (Load up my—)
Wait a f*ckin' minute, I got more to say
Threatenin' swordplay, some would say nay 'cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane
Lord Plague breakin' fortés, $carecrow in the corn maze
Hauntin' board games, for war, we pray
Plague is cold in Norway hangin' from the doorframe with the sores and stain
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the grey
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the grey
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the grey
For war, we pray
[Verse 2: Lil Choppa]
Death is inevitable, the f*ckin' $carecrow walkin' on his tiptoes
On your blood-stained wood floor, you know, mister typical
Hearin' the f*ckin' voices through my window (Beggin' to be dead)
But no worries, just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade, and the knife
May thy rise for the Yung Christ, never even died
My father just forsaken I, I'm still suicide until I die
It's an eye for an eye
Speakin' of I, I— (Someone help me out)
See the reaper havin' a busy season
Won't even let me rest, while I'm sleepin'
It's gettin' harder to watch from the bleachers
The father of evil, like Knievel, Ruby and I stay jumpin' over people
Xanax eatin', close to lethal
Cigarette breathin', junkie, used to needles
So I grew up a f*ck-up (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
Load the nine up, my time's up, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Lil Choppa & Lil Nut]
Grew up a f*ck up
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
Load the nine up (f*ck all this sh*t)
If you busters slippin'— (My time's up, f*ck)
It's this pimp here—