SHADOW BANNED ft. zer0xthrash & Yung Rare Lyrics

I don't waste no time

I don't play no games

That ain't what I do at all

This paranoia

PTSD

I want to be left alone

I smoke the green

My eyes turn red

Something like fusion fall

I'm shadow banned on Instagram

That just pissed me off

Don't ask me why the hell I got to be so brute

I don't mean shit to you

Make one of these fuck boys meet the whole bottom of my shoe

We can get physical

What do you get out of beating his face in, dog

Oh I'm being cynical

All I got to do is make one phone call to God

And he'll get rid of you

Hey bitch get out of my way

You finna piss me off and ruin my day

100 round drum on my gun let it bang

I'm a blow myself up like I'm Kurt Cobain

Ok yeah run up to his crib whats the word

Stab him in his throat he ain't say a fucking word

Then I drop his ass off then we put him in the urn

Then we take his body and we let it fucking burn

And let it bake

Watch a drip off his face

Step in the damn house and I'll make that shit quake

Yeah I can't stay awake

Break his lip then I make that shit drip off his brace

Make him run like a race

Make him run like a race

I'm feeling insane

Yeah I'm feeling insane

Want to blow out my brains

Y'all know me

I don't like to say too much

These niggas yell too much

Damn I love these IG niggas

Ha-Ha

Shoulda' hid that IP, nigga

Fuck that, get my stick

I might fill that bitch

With green .556

Am I too unstable

Am I too equipped

Kick it up to auto

Might take the risk

I might take the risk

I don't waste no time

I don't play no games

That ain't what I do at all

This paranoia

PTSD

I want to be left alone

I smoke the green

My eyes turn red

Something like fusion fall

I'm shadow banned on Instagram

That just pissed me off

I don't waste no time

I don't play no games

That ain't what I do at all

This paranoia

PTSD

I want to be left alone

I smoke the green

My eyes turn red

Something like fusion fall

I'm shadow banned on Instagram

That just pissed me off

Don't ask me why the hell I got to be so brute

I don't mean shit to you

Make one of these fuck boys meet the whole bottom of my shoe

We can get physical

What do you get out of beating his face in, dog

Oh I'm being cynical

All I got to do is make one phone call to God

And he'll get rid of you