wym (feat. byocMal)

Smile, smile with a frown, chop it to his face He's scared of this bullet case, AK-47 shell Send his ass straight down to hell, I'd hide his body in a well Figure-8 put me on skates, 7-6-8 He gon' lose his face, they can't find his body I put him in the wrong place, run away, do the race Give me space, his face too hot They couldn't even give me a case, tryna take me on a chase Taking out five people, yeah, that's an ace Here's music bumpin' too loud, you can hear the bass Tryna get away, didn't show no face, didn't want no trace Look at everybody in the eye, they think I'm a disgrace Hit em in the face What you mean Bitch, I'm creeping in the bushes, finna spray your whole team Where you at? Finna find you with my beam Everything ain't what it seems Bitch, I'm from the fuckin' south and the east I don't wanna fucking talk, I wanna spray Shoot you in your fucking room, now you wanna flee Grab a 85, finna spray out the seat Got a emo hoe, yeah, she say I'm on fleek Got a box full of walk-in real geek Makes an ace with a purse, yeah, I'm finna tweak Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on one Meet you at your front door with a shotgun Now you dead, bitch Finna spit on your grave and shoot your casket Finna put a fucking bomb in a basket This, this, this, this ain't, this ain't real shit That's, that's that real shit Put this pistol to your brain, then we kill shit Put, put a bullet in his spine, take it out Now watch it shine, watch the blood drip down like a fine wine Carve, carve some shit in his brain like a design Carve his body up, make it mix and match Walk, walk around like Frankenstein Actually, we good for his whole bloodline It's, it's just gonna be another bloody Valentine