FATALITY II

[Verse 1: R4K45H1]
Pull up the chopper this shit ain't pushing
Pull up the mag cause this shit boutta turn up
Pull up bitches that ain't gonna do shit
Pull up yo pants up you look like a faggot

I'll get that spraying if you keep on talking
You from the block, bruh who's you kiddin'
Eye to eye looking you hard on maintaining
I'm feelin' generous so imma stop lookin'

Like the bombs the I got on me
Shit boutta blow
I been changing my style
Dont mess with my flow
Lookin' my eyes, bitch look at the floor
Bitch on my bed, she forgot to close the door

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[Verse 2: XYRN]
Get the fuck away from me bitch
Talking down I dump your body in a ditch
Fatality, bitch
Losing my fuckin' mentality, bitch
Knife in the heart, you ain't coming back
Pull up on a bitch and I fuckin' attack
Out here killing some whores uh
Fuckin' a bitch on all fours yuh
Stay the fuck outta my face
You gonna get fuckin' erased
Pussy wanna get his fuckin' throat cut
Gun down your bitches throat she a fuckin' slut
Got my fuckin' blade and its going down your back
Kill a pussyboy with a desert eagle
Out here doing shit that's really illegal
Shooting bitches on the block watch me go
I don't give a fuck bitch just gimme your life that's what you owe