STILL THE SAME

ENVIOUS̸:
(Fuckin, Fuckin)
Fucking with the clique, I’ll leave your body in a ditch
All these FuckBoys keep on talkin but they never doin shit
Keep on joshing put the blade up to your motherfuckin throat
Keep on dissing on my name and Imma smack you like a hoe
How the fuck you gettin mad when a Youngin sayin Vro
How the fuck you gettin mad when we pull up to them shows
Off of coke, wanting smoke
Gotta pole in the trunk, base bump when we ride
Homicide, GRIMELIFE in the cut, no fucks double cup wit your bitch
We them grimey motherphuckers and we reppin Tripple 6

LOKRYPT:
Buck a mothaphuka mothaphuka gеt buck
I got a round for you and yo brother if you bark then don’t you duck
See the Killas creepin up feel yo blood boil and rush
On thе creep I’m on the hunt knocking off bustas tryna talk
Don’t you front no don’t you stunt you cannot run when that mossbergs dumps
I’m from the north from way up north shits depressing where I’m from
Body’s bags Black masks cold heart when on the lurk
I can’t trust a single soul so I’m always up on alert
Demon rising from the dirt
Young teen with a couple dreams gotta put in work
Gotta put in work gotta make it work bitch