Satin Black lyrics

[Intro]
R.I.P. my enemies, I'll send 'em back to hell
f*cking with me, b*tch I'll turn that sh*t to armageddon
R.I.P. my enemies, I'll send 'em back to hell
f*cking with me, b*tch I'll turn that sh*t to armageddon
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
I'm in the AMG, no b*tch you better not play with me
This ain't no 50, coming up is he, copped the 63
Wrapped in satin black just like my soul, no holy ghost in me
Pull up half alive, I feel like dying, what's it gonna be?
I'm rolling with a box of blades, I'm coming for your throat
Slash 'n' dash and then I float
Now you know I want that smoke
On this road I walk alone
Can nobody tell me sh*t, f*ck boy
Got a problem, we can end this quick
If I die I'm gonna hunt up, pull 'еm underground with me
Six feet deep, I'ma put you therе quickly

[Verse 1]
They say they miss the old me, here I go I'm back again
I never left I just been planning this destruction to begin
b*tch I'm killing sh*t, don't survive then why so violent, I don't know
Asking stupid f*cking questions, you know that's just how it goes
[Bridge]
R.I.P. my enemies, I'll send 'em back to hell
f*cking with me, b*tch I'll turn that sh*t to armageddon
What?!
R.I.P. my enemies, I'll send 'em back to hell
f*cking with me, b*tch I'll turn that sh*t to armageddon
You know, you know, you know

[Verse 2]
You know lately things been moving kinda slow, I need excitement
I'm feening for some violence
I see you b*tch, now pull up if you want
pus*y boy, you talk like I don't run this sh*t
Pull out the gun, now pulling a blade like it's dovakhiin in this b*tch
You want some problems, well that's good 'cause I ain't got sh*t left to live for
I'm severing your liver, my presence make you shiver (b*tch)
I'll drown 'em in a river, watch 'em wither, lovely story
That's the consequences stepping on my deadly territory
Don't you worry, it'll be swift, my blade like lightning, open a rift
Throw you in it, better repent
Making you bleed, my favorite sin

[Hook]
I-I'm in the AMG, no b*tch you better not play with me
This ain't no 50, coming up dizzy, cop the 63
Wrapped in satin black just like my soul, no holy ghost in me
P-pull up half alive, I feel like dying, what's it gonna be?
I'm rolling with a box of blades, coming for your throat
Slash 'n' dash and then I fall
Now you know I want that smoke
On this road I walk alone
Can nobody tell me sh*t, f*ck boy
Got a problem, make it end this quick
If I die I'm gonna hunt up, pull 'em underground with me
Six feet deep, I'ma put you there quickly