INDIAN WEAPONS

[Intro: ERIC NORTH]
Ooh, I got it now bitch, I got it now, bitch (Uh, yeah)
I got it now bitch, bitch, bitch
(I'm just smokin' a cigarette, so I'ma do this all in one take)
I removed the pop filter, bitch
I will make your corpse dance
Uh, ayy, uh, yeah

[Verse 1: ERIC NORTH]
Dumb bitch, quit blurtin' out my name
Not the same, off the walls, two vans holdin' Ks
No escapin' this fate, situation's outta hand
It's a panic at the disco, MAC-11 make 'em dance
Get out my room, little bitch, you not fuckin' me
I learned my lesson 'bout groupies, no fun to me
You got a gun with no clip, you a wannabe
Blasian named Nicki but I call her Bumblebee
I rode the beat like a horse with no saddle (Saddle)
She shakin' my dick in her hand like a rattle (Rattle)
My dick and her throat hate each other, they battle (Battle)
She bringin' her bitches, I call 'em the cattle (Cattle)
I had a job interview with the devil
And that nigga mad 'cause he not on my level
I got a witch who was born in a coven
Her booty so thick that I call it a bevel
Internet niggas, I'm callin' you Neville
I enter her body like she is my vessel
I take your spirit and send it to heaven
Shoutout my jihadi in 7-Eleven
He catchin' a body, around like eleven
I'm making him spin with the shots from my .11
I feel like Ben 10 hittin' licks with a Kevin
We launderin' money for Indian weapons
His big homie be hurt on the ground and he beggin'
He lucky he hurt and it's only a blessin'
Bring the horizon and count all your blessings
We in the horizon with illegal weapons

[Interlude: ERIC NORTH & terr9r]
Yuh, bitch (Ayy, yeah, hold up)
Yuh, bitch (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yuh, bitch (Ayy)

[Verse 2: terr9r]
I got the beam, automatic Glock
Do what I say then you won't get shot
Used to sell Xans now I'm doin' a lot
I'm finna Uber to the block
Perc 30 in my Polo socks
Ride dirty with the Glock with the stock
Your man is hurtin', he ain't spendin' them knots
Said he silent but he sound like a cop
Used to sell mid on the block, where I'm famous
Nobody know you, I'm where the gang is at
We used to move from couch to couch
Fuck all that shit, I'm not safe in your house
Look at that nigga, he hatin' for clout
Where is yo' friends? Get the fuck out
I fucked that bitch but she not on my body count
That is your wifey, I gotta thot her now
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 2: CXRPSE]
ERIC said that he got Indian weapons
I knock off his head and then give 'em depression
That bitch wanna fuck, I say
"Give me a second, I'm tryna cop me some Indian weapons"
I'm finna ride on this beat like a Cerberus
Your bitch is wet, and I call her Aquarius
I'm tryna work, I been tryna take care of shit
If it ain't about me, then you know I'm not hearin' it
Ayy, bitch don't talk to me (No)
You should be runnin' from me (Bitch)
I got a pistol for you and your friends
I'm not makin' amends, I just want my revenge
You niggas are makin' me cringe, bitch, I'm the energy, I'm a sin
Complicated, never-medicated, we been segregated
Fuckin' irritated, I been fuckin' waitin', I want fuckin' payment
I been goin' crazy, nigga, fuck some patience
Nigga, fuck a conversation, where the correlation?
All the frustrations, send the location (Bitch)