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[Intro]
(chriad, did you make this?)
(V1X3N)

[Chorus: V1X3N]
Boy wanna talk, we gon' pop him like an oxy
40 on my waist, we gon' pull up at da party (V1X3N)
Feelin like DOA, movin' like a zombie
Got a couple bands on me, with a Glock 17
(It's got a be-e-a-am)
I don't wanna talk, don't hit up my phone
With 00 we gon' hit up da show
.223 to your skull, should've known

[Verse 1: whyhaze]
.223 to my fatal (To my fatal)
I'ma make him [?] if he fuckin' with the team
Do it for me [?] put him in the tank
I'ma make his body hurt, I'ma make him R.I.P
Put him on a fucking hearse
I'ma make his friends cry
I'ma put him in the sky
If he talkin all that shit, say bye-bye, ah

[Interlude: whyhaze]
.223 to my fatal (To my fatal)
.223 to my fatal (To my fatal)
I'ma make him [?] if he fuckin' with the team
Do it for me [?] put him in the tank
I'ma make his body hurt, I'ma make him R.I.P

[Interlude: V1X3N]
I don't wanna talk, don't hit up my phone
With 00 we gon' hit up da show
.223 to your skull, should've known

[Chorus: V1X3N]
Boy wanna talk, we gon' pop him like an oxy
40 on my waist, we gon' pull up at da party
Feelin like DOA, movin' like a zombie
Got a couple bands on me, with a Glock 17
We gon' hit you wit that beam

[Verse 2: V1X3N]
See the void
You can't feel my reason
I'm starting to detach while smokin' Matty pack
Throw me in that bag
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-

[Outro: V1X3N]
Boy wanna talk, we gon' pop him like an oxy
40 on my waist, we gon' pull up at da party
Feelin like DOA, movin' like a zombie
Got a couple bands on me, with a Glock 17
(It's got a be-e-a-am)
I don't wanna talk, don't hit up my phone
With 00 we gon' hit up da show
.223 to your skull, should've known