ORANGE BALISONG

[Jmattson]
Pull up with the motherfucking blade in my pocket
I don't really give a fuck imma put it to my wrist
Motherfuckers thinking they can hurt me with some words
And I don't think they understand I don't ever feel shit
If you wanna kill me motherfucker come and do it
Let me see if you about it I don't think you really is
If you wanna get it motherfucker we can get it
Don't be in my fucking business if you acting like a bitch
I don't even really wanna live right now
I don't even really wanna leave my crib
Demons in my head I try to kick them out
But they really wanna see me bleed again
Telling me they wanna see me kill myself
Tears rolling down on my cheeks on my chin
Hard to breathe need a friend
But I'm leaving again
Wonder what I'm gonna fucking see when it ends
Pull up with the motherfucking blade in my pocket
I don't really give a fuck imma put it to my wrist
Motherfuckers thinking they can hurt me with some words
And I don't think they understand I don't ever feel shit
If you wanna kill me motherfucker come and do it
Let me see if you about it I don't think you really is
If you wanna get it motherfucker we can get it
Don't be in my fucking business if you acting like a bitch

[Witchouse 40k]
Aye
I smoke on ops every day
I go gorilla he look like a bad strain
Glizzy gon pop leavin holes in your top
And if he in my way Imma lay em to waste
Pussy you talkin we takin yo chain
Witchy the reaper I snatch em away
Hand in yo grave
I got a bag fulla bones and Im robbing your soul and your bank
Aye
Pullup spend a bag on the fit
Yeah I’m counting cash by the brick
Big racks in this bish
Yeah I smoke gas out da zip oh
Rollin up thrax by the fifth
I ain’t ever gonna miss
Now I put a beam on the Glock
Got the whole team runnin shots
We ain’t ever gonna stop
Yeah I gotta pack of the ship
And I took another tab for da fix
Now I’m feelin like shit
HHM in the veins
Okay
Double Glocks weighing down my waist now
Heart gettin colder erry day
You ain’t safe, lil bish
Kick a pussy out the way now
Imma knock his top, so he ride low
Lil forty in his bag, like embargo
Chest fulla holes, yeah I’m hallow
And I’m Hoping that I’ll make it to tomorrow
...I ain’t ever have a bish that i care about
Shawty makin promises she ain't carry out
He ain’t send it so Pullup his whereabouts
Catch a flight and now I pullup and air out
Lay em down and until his body get buried
Forty on me got me lookin so scary now
I want money sell his soul call it sharing
Build em up I cock it back and I tear em down
....bitch