PYRAMID

[Chorus]
Three points to this shit
Somethin' like a pyramid
You a pussy, you a bitch and I'm taking off your wrist
I just put red dot up on a pussy's forehead
That gonna make a headshot
And and that gonna make him drop dead

[Verse]
And I just brought the cutter out
You fucking with the top chef
Couple different colors in the blunt, smoking top shelf
Link up with your girl, I think she really tryna drop neck
I just left the show, got them asking did I drop yet
Pussies need a drop set, they can't move this weight
And I just walked with that dark black metal on my waist
I know a bit about regret and now I never hesitate
A .223 gonna hit his body, make him fall or levitate
Had a change of mind statе, I've been up five days
Got a fixed fatе, I can't change my ways
Stepped in hells gate, watch them burn in the flames
I call the choppa Gordon Ramsey 'cause it's eating gourmet
Got it eating all day
Motherfuckers getting buried
Catching all these bodies I'ma need a cemetery
Choppa got a big foot, stomping like a yeti
He was talking out his mouth turn his brains into confetti
And I ain't never on the block, boy, I'm lurking in my tomb
Smoking black magic blunts, hit the fumes and I exhume
Who the fuck stepping up?
Boy, you fucking with the cult
Pussies going over board and sink the boat I'm about to float
Boy, you fucking with the grim reaper, soul stealer, aboutta up the street sweeper
Crypt keeper gripping on the heater like I'm too eager
I got two black blades right beside me in the two seater
I got two shots on them, find they body with a heat seeker

[Bridge]
Smoking suicidal blunts in the back of the 95
Drop the windows on my shit when I'm bumping on suicide
Will I live or will I die? Bitch, I'm fucking up cheque
Smoking three point fives, having visions of my death
I know the reaper in the shadows so I'm sleeping with a
And I got demons right beside me, they can handle all the
I put that ice around my neck I'm tryna freeze my self to
I'm smoking dead man blunts, put a hole up in my

[Verse 2]
Smoking suicidal blunts in the back of the 95
Drop the windows on my shit when I'm bumping on suicide
Will I live or will I die? Bitch, I'm fucking up cheque
Smoking three point fives, having visions of my death
I know the reaper in the shadows so I'm sleeping with a tech
And I got demons right beside me, they can handle all the rest
I put that ice around my neck I'm tryna freeze my self to death
I'm smoking dead man blunts, put a hole up in my chest

[Chorus]
Three points to this shit
Somethin' like a pyramid
You a pussy, you a bitch and I'm taking off your wrist
I just put red dot up on a pussy forehead
That gonna make a headshot
And and that gonna make him drop dead
Three points to this shit
Somethin' like a pyramid
You a pussy, you a bitch and I'm taking off your wrist
I just put red dot up on a pussy forehead
That gonna make a headshot
And and that gonna make him drop dead