Strangers Wrath Lyrics

Pit

Run away quick

It

Never did hit

Whoa

Runnin for gold

No

Never that bold

Never said, never said so

Get away high then the whip grow mold

Fatty boy plies to a ancient tomb

Lookie at the money then they brought her home

Based

Homie two faced

Talking like a buyer, like he own that race

Waist

Is ya blunt laced

Someone gotta go soften your face

Tell me when the pay day lay, ay

Navvvi needa swae main brain, ay

Woo

Who

Tell me who knew

Living off energy that you ensue

Fuck a dumb bitch

Suck my dumb dick

You a punk bitch

Catch a pump hit

Strait to the face

Show up to his place

Whats up wit the haste

Catch up with the pace

Yea you dead to me

Push off balcony

Wit no chemistry

Catch a felony

Use you as my ammo, baby this is Strangers Wrath

All I see is me in jail, I'm a psychopath

Fuck a dumb bitch

Suck my dumb dick

You a punk bitch

Catch a pump hit

Strait to the face

Show up to his place

Whats up wit the haste

Catch up with the pace