Phonk lyrics

[Intro: PONTIUS PILATE & Producer Tag]
This a Scrim beat!
Blackland 666, they call me Pontius Pilate
DJ Scrim with that 808
Five Nine!

[Verse 1]
I'm twistin' my fingers and rappin' (Rappin')
Five Nine got a phonk off Seven (Seven)
I'm wishin' these boys get to steppin' (Steppin')
Six shots, five bodies gone to heaven (Rrah!)
That black on my face and that blood on my eyes
The mystical prince I'm the devil's surprise
I'm dreamin' and lurkin' to catch homicide
Your wifey be suckin', she swallow my pride (What?)
f*ckin' that b*tch then I tell her goodbye
I'm tradin' my soul for a bezеl, the devil
I'm Lucifer, grab mе a shovel I'm diggin' it, diggin' it, diggin' it (Bah bah bah!)
Got blood on my walls, bad b*tch on my balls
Always stay high so I never will fall
Smokin' on mystical chronic (Haa!)
Give me what you got in your wallet (Give!)
Not buyin' that bullsh*t you sayin'
I'm God in the flesh, start to prayin'
The chopper I'm holdin' and sprayin'
Yung Chri$t, f*ckboys, don't save them (Amen)
Yung Chri$t (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah!)
[Hook]
Crucify me wearin' Tommy
All black with the goons behind me
Lurkin', searchin' for that blood to spill
Poppin' pills and sippin' Barre
Gut that blunt then light that gar, I'm smokin' till the death
Pop them bars and f*ck that broad, I'm searchin' for what's next
Crucify me wearin' Tommy
All black with the goons behind me
Lurkin', searchin' for that blood to spill
Poppin' pills and sippin' Barre
Gut that blunt then light that gar, I'm smokin' till the death
Pop them bars and f*ck that broad, I'm searchin' for what's next

[Verse 2]
Suckers running [?] deliver
Hollow things ain't got no feelings (Rrah!)
When I bust it, get to duckin' for the cover
Got hoes piled up to the ceilings (Pew, pew!)
Two phones and a chrome infrared on your head
Before you turn around, then a motherf*cker dead
That's a head full of lead for you lames (What?)
Got brain, b*tches know I spit game (Ha!)
Underestimated pimp [?] b*tches
[?] spray the [?]
Holla "can I get a witness?" kitchen full of naked b*tches
All these suckers want an Instagram mention (Woo!)
Rubber bands on my wrist for the bands
That I don't ever, ever f*ckin' have
But grab the mask and the Glock, hear the backdoor knock
Then your front door bust with six shots (Aah!)
[Hook]
Crucify me wearin' Tommy
All black with the goons behind me
Lurkin', searchin' for that blood to spill
Poppin' pills and sipping Barre
Gut that blunt then light that gar, I'm smokin' till the death
Pop them bars and f*ck that broad, I'm searchin' for what's next
Crucify me wearin' Tommy
All black with the goons behind me
Lurkin', searchin' for that blood to spill
Poppin' pills and sippin' Barre
Gut that blunt then light that gar, I'm smokin' till the death
Pop them bars and f*ck that broad, I'm searchin' for what's next