OUT MY ZONE!

[Intro: DOWN6]
Shawty wanna fuck fuck fuck
Pistol, keep it tucked tucked tucked
Bitch, you outta luck luck luck
What the fuck is up up up?
Shawty wanna fuck fuck fuck
Pistol, keep it tucked tucked tucked
Bitch, you outta luck luck luck
What the fuck is up up up?

[Hook: LEECHY!]
Shit, boy, I don't ever worry like that
If I give you everything, I can take it all back
When you dealin' with the metal, better hope it ain't black
Better worry 'bout the devil, I still work behind your back, aye
I might take a soul, sole soultaker on my row (aye)
Take 'em for a stroll, stole whatever ain't my own (aye)
Something made me sane, manе, I'm really out my zone
The blight raking on my brain, pain, gеt out my fuckin' bones (bones)

[Verse 1: LEECHY!]
I don't really care for the vibes you've been bringin'
I wanna see your face, bring the smoke, uh
Bring a round' applause, I clap the dog, I finna ring ya
By your fake plate chain, is it gold? Nah
Closin' my eyes, feeling nauseous, aye
Open the fourth like a faucet, aye
Higher being, make an offer, aye
Do not disturb when I call them, aye
I pray to the devil, he left me alone
So I go on my own, where they stole on my soul
On the Styx, in the boat to a land of my own
And I'm slittin' my throat, let my ink well flow
I just got blood on my blackhawk boots
I don't give a fuck 'bout your TikTok crew
My eyes, I can see, in the ivory keys
The lock of the shackle, the dog runnin' free
I'm in the dog house, bitch, what you talk 'bout, bitch?
You drawn to the light, like a moth bound bitch
Flippin' off that switch, you can talk that shit
I can decompose your body in a black moss ditch
I got horns on my head, horn of the dead, ringin' out dread
Fuck around, in the ground, down pound, go your head
Off with your head, off with the lead, off, I'm instead
On top of the motherfucker, okay, let's rock

[Interlude: Scru Face Jean]
Like, this CORPSE HUS- this CORSE- CORPSE HUBBY
This CORPSE FIANCÉ
My nigga CORPSE FIANCÉ goin' crazy right now

[Verse 2: DOWN6]
Shawty wanna hit my phone
3 A.M. with lustful tones
Blade up to her fuckin' neck
To prove this ho' is mine to own
Poppin' pills and sippin' liquor
Eat right through her for my dinner
Paint quite a scene over text, set the picture
If you thinkin' of hidin', don't bother, I got high sense
Fuckin' with the digger of graves, serve remains
I'ma douse you in a curse, the cult like chant raised
At a level that I'll climb 'til the end of our days
I'm an animal gnawin' at metal inside of a cage
I be givin' quite a tease, neck flesh in my teeth
Get down on your knees if you wanna pay your deeds
Marks of my love not concealed underneath
'Cause, bitch, you my toy, you my motherfuckin' show piece

[Bridge: DOWN6]
Shawty wanna fuck fuck fuck
Pistol, keep it tucked tucked tucked
Bitch, you outta luck luck luck
What the fuck is up up up?

[Hook: LEECHY!]
Shit, boy, I don't ever worry like that
If I give you everything, I can take it all back
When you dealin' with the metal, better hope it ain't black
Better worry 'bout the devil, I still work behind your back, aye
I might take a soul, sole soultaker on my row (aye)
Take 'em for a stroll, stole whatever ain't my own (aye)
Something made me sane, mane, I'm really out my zone
The blight raking on my brain, pain, get out my fuckin' bones (bones)

[Outro: Scru Face Jean]
Beat- is that- that's gotta be Leechy Boi
He's-