Death Squad

[Verse 1]
This is just a product of my procrastination
I don't give a fuck 'bout you boys tryna make it, I'm
Jaded, hold up so much weight, I cannot take it
Drop it then I tear the whole damn world to fuckin' pieces
I'm the young stunter, but age doesn't matter, right?
When I'm walkin' through the streets, ain't a fuckboy left in sight
Told that bitch "Hop right off of my dick" 'cause it's lines after lines
But I ain't talkin' no splits, it's spliffs out the gutter
But does that really matter? Everyone just out here flexin' like they felons or they important
I'm just sitting by the trees, hittin 'cid of thinkin' deep
Wakin' up to something better, bitch, I'm really fuckin' fed up
Serious question though, do you ever think 'bout dying?
Is you serious or just trying? 'Cause you better off not lying

[Chorus]
I'ma come through, whole crew, we don't got no curfew
Guns in hands, drugs and bands, we gon' fuckin hurt you
Land of the fallen, it's haven of the lost
We don't care about the dead, bitch, all we care for is the cause
It's the Death Squad comin' up, all them people know what's up
All our names be ringin' bells, all them people know it's us

[Verse 2]
Money be fallin' like it grows on trees, wanna go nuts, bitch, suck on these
They all wanna floss, but they got no cheese
Don't even wanna flex but it's all she need
She just wanna fuck, she don't wanna leave
Told that bitch "Mane, just let me breathe"
'Cause these hoes is trife, mane, you in the game, and they on your dick like it ain't a thing, mane
Ain't a thing but a chicken wing, hoes on my dick like I'm Mr. Chang
I ain't playin', bitch, keep yo' lane, 'fore I come through with that upper fade
It's Mobile Pro and you know it ho, creepin' through the night
On that four-double-oh
When the po-po runnin' through the oss
I'm dippin' mane, no time to floss