[Intro]
stylas
[Verse 1: aakio]
All this talking, yeah, I'll blow my fucking brains out
Let the gun spray, yeah, without a doubt
Give the gun to stylas, blow his fucking lungs out
I don't even know what you are talking about
I don't know why I put him in the grave
We gon' throw him in the trash, we gon' throw him straight away
I'm just sitting here with a blank face
Red dot at his head, stylas took apart his brain
[Verse 2: pika]
They think that I care about them
I don't care about them
Got my money standout
And my bag I ran out
Keep on running, keep on shouting
I'll be dancing on your grave
I'll be watching, I'll be scouting
Talk on me, I'll make a rave
[Chorus: pika]
Fuck that boy, I leave him dead
In his vitals now his head
I don't really give a fuck about the shit that you have said
You don't have to be so scared
Joke bitch I never cared
And if you pull up with guns you know well that I am prepared
No effort
I keep on just doing it like this
I'm better
I'm for sure I know that he a bitch
I can't hold it, guess I fold it
I can not see you and me
Thank you stylas, fucking bias
You can not be on the team
[Verse 3: aakio]
I can't flaunt it, I know you just wanna be like me
Bitch you running, you can never be up on my team
I'm exhausted, if you do not know me better leave
I been fucking counting bands, I been flying overseas
We been fighting, that's a test
How can that make any sense
Kick you out, I'm payin' rent
Batting out, I'm on the fence
Get my fucking guns out
I got a couple glockies, I'ma load a couple rounds
We not gon' hear you out
Big stepper, your girl is spraying bad weather
I'm better, I fucking get yo bitch wetter
I'm set up, buy it, I'ma big spender
[Interlude: stylas]
No idea, ran out of bars
Wait what did he just say?
I don't get it (Wait what?)
Why is he-
I don't
I would maybe understand if I
Listen wait, fuck
[Chorus: pika]
Fuck that boy, I leave him dead
In his vitals now his head
I don't really give a fuck about the shit that you have said
You don't have to be so scared
Joke bitch I never cared
And if you pull up with guns you know well that I am prepared
No effort
I keep on just doing it like this
I'm better
I'm for sure I know that he a bitch
I can't hold it, guess I fold it
I can not see you and me
Thank you stylas, fucking bias
You can not be on the team