Death Chamber

[Intro: P3k On 1Thou]
Bow, bow
We welcome you to Death Chamber
Get your guns
Get your ammunition
And let the games begin (Begin)
Get low
Get low
There they go, there they go
Nah, I don't need no mask
Spend the block
Spend the block
Spend the block
Spend the block

[Verse 1: Mook TBG]
Niggas ain't doin' shit
I really live for this, yeah
Bust down the watch
Shoot it he paid the kill, we paid the bill
Nigga, you down or not?
We in the parking lot
We got to run it up 'fore the block get hot
That's how wе stay at the top
Niggas ain't really no killers, but want to bе killers the Glock
It's givin' it to them
How many shots 'til his body ruin?
Spanish bitch, speakin' influence, we make a movie
Mama keep telling me, "Boy don't get caught up with none of these groupies"
Nigga, you stupid
Need my lama bitch, this shit blow hard as shit
Crash the whip, we try to get at his ass
Fuck it, we shoot up the lift for runnin' his lip
Fuck, what you talkin' 'bout
We really ballin' out, I'm ballin' now
Fuck it, I'm spazzin' out
Think he a savage now, he actin' out
We go and check him out
Hit him like pack he out (Like pack he out)

[Chorus: P3k On 1Thou]
This a death chamber put one in the chamber
Spin the block, we in the rover, nobody sober
We some steppers, get your back blown out
On the Grammy, actin' now, in broad day we poppin' out
Guarantee, we air it out, squeeze the cake, face blown out (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)

[Pre-Verse: P3k On 1Thou]
Dear God, I know you created us equal
But we are far from equal
I'm worth about ten M's
This little nigga taggin' me on the 'Gram with bands held up to his face (Yeah)
We are not the same

[Verse 2: P3k On 1Thou]
50 bands in the night shift
Gettin' rich, tippin' strippers in the trap house
Car breaks, that dog food, cat food
Quick flip, two killers with the two sticks, can't miss
Big coke 'bout to broke though, ship that gotta stash them potatoes, fuck rap
Got a few bitches, gotta swallow that (Yeah)
Got it stuffed in their belly or their ass crack (Yeah)
80 pointers on my necklace, take mine, that's a early grave death wish
Bust mine, kill a nigga on IG Or FaceTime
Bury a fuck nigga on live
Two clips extendo, five shots through the Lambo window
Skrtt off, two dead in the Benzo, no cap
Should've never gave info, real rap
This bitch is a eater, last talk, we call her skeezer
White truck got pimp stage, beat her (Yeah)
In the park, niggas wanna save her, at dark (At dark)
We move loyal, 50 pounds, mixed with soda, more pounds
Add lil' water, more pounds, add lil' cutline, more pounds

[Chorus: P3k On 1Thou]
This a death chamber put one in the chamber
Spin the block, we in the rover, nobody sober
We some steppers, get your back blown out
On the Grammy, actin' now, in broad day we poppin' out
Guarantee, we air it out, squeeze the cake, face blown out (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)

[Outro]
No peace, no justice
No peace, no justice
No peace, no justice
No peace, no justice
No peace, no justice
No peace, no justice
No peace