Black Punk Rock

[Intro]
お前、チャーミングな広いおでこしてんな
思わずキスしたくなるぜ
I'm working on dying

[Chorus: Morque!]
This that Black Punk Rock
This that hood goth shit
Blacked out on the block
And I'm trappin' like a bitch
Shawty twerking for the bands
Tryna slide for my clique
'Cause she know we on top
Fuck yo' clout we gettin' rich
This that Black Punk Rock
This that hood goth shit
Blacked out on the block
And I'm trappin' like a bitch
Shawty twerking for the bands
Try'na slide for my clique
'Cause she know we on top
Fuck yo' clout we gettin' rich

[Verse 1: WifiGawd]
I'm a big dog, you a young bull
Big choppers, big gas, whatchu' need boy
I'm so gone off the dope, but I need more
Drugs, slap a bitch nigga wit' a skateboard
Hit a lick, flip the shit, then I go home
On the grind, going hard, no days off
I'm going berserk, a nigga might Kurt, I need me an 8 ball
I need me a xan, I rest my hand, that's all I can say judge

[Interlude: Sub 9K]
Yeah
Fuck it

[Verse 2: Sub 9K]
Bitch I'm leanin' off the flat and I'm dressed in all black
Got my demons, yeah they schemin' and you know they in the trap
Got my bitch she in the back, and you know she shop at Saks
She all black, in that beamer, pull up on me if you schemin'
Got a yellow-bone bitch, and she built just like a demon
Top me off and then I'm leavin', my OGs they 30 beamin'
Spit them 40s like some semen
Cause it's only headshots
Tryna get my head rocked, this gonna get yo' head rocked
If you pull up on me, bitch don't think it's only head shots
Got some shooters on block, some got 40s, some got mops
I need fetti for that drop
Euro money on my watch
Euro money on my watch
Euro money on my watch

[Verse 3: ALVIN★ABYSS]
This that hood goth shit, yeah that punk rock shit
Kick a nigga in his mitt, if I heard he talkin' shit
Rock that Polo ski mask, I might go and hit a lick
Five Posse with the shits, flipping souls, fuck a brick
If he talking down on 5 we might run up in his crib
Hit up WifiGawd, ask if he was down to juug a bitch
If a nigga talkin' shit, put that blade to his hip
Pack stinky like some shit, 'cause I'm smoking out the zip

[Verse 4: Yung Mojo]
Got a ski mask on, and I'm down to hit a lick
Don't need a 30 on my waist, 'cause I'll cut you with the swiss
Got a good foreign chick, she don't speak no English
Yeah I'm trapping out the whip, and I'm trapping out the crib
Pull up where you at, and we shootin' up the shit
223 it shoot through bricks, ain't no runnin' from this clip
Red dot on his head, fuck nigga, Christmas
Nigga think before you talk, cause we really with the shits

[Outro]
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I'm working on dying