Corners

[Verse 1]
Make a voodoo doll of Ouija
Give that boy some bread
Then make one for all my haters and put scissors through they head
Make a Voodoo doll of chiorboy with gauges and some dreads
Then blow doja smoke at both them make sure both our eyes is red
Rolling up loaded got gun in my britches
I'm already dead when I bust on you bitches
I'm kinda a beast when it come to my business
I smoking a pack of that magic with Ninjas
We calling you out if you acting pretentious
We from the diminsion of killing the bitches
You clicking a leaving your posse defenseless
We taking yo teeth you about to need dencheres
They calling the feds and we jumping them fences
While carrying body defing the physics
We choping you up cause we broke and could only afford
Body bags thats intended for midgets
You gonna get offended ( hoe you know what the fuck it is)
Cross us you get ended (Quick to suffacte a fucking trick)
Morge corners Im a bend it ( quija Macaframavich)
Wagon shorty get up in it ( or we drag you in this fucking bitch)
Smell the stinch when my solders swing the fucking lane
Toof gang wagon jumper cables to your fucking brain