WALL OF DEATH

Art house pushing niggas in the pit
I don’t care about you shoes or yo mf fit
It’s a war in the club make sure you don’t get hit
Wall of death dropping bodies in this mf bitch

When I hop up off the ship
It’s Party time blunts lit
If I hear you talking shit
Then yo ass getting kicked

300 when he sending bodies flying in the pit
Cuz my momma raised a soldier not a mf bitch

Smoking backwoods
Till my stomach feel sick
But that shit never happen so I need a nother zip
2 to 4 now that’s a whole quip
But I keep it equipped
Pre rolled for my fist

You can call me yen sid
I know it all
And all y’all haters finna fall
Can’t fuck with y’all

So my blunts stay lit in my hall
And you can’t roll a wood so yo ass just stall

I feel just like I’m izuku
I’m number one
Feudal art house
Used to call me shogun
I don’t fear none of you niggas no one
That’s why I’m on my ice my nigga I’m frozen


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