MAYHEM ft. BURCI Lyrics

I've been waiting for you

Cruisin' in a whip at one am

Everybody know that we causin' mayhem

Too fucked up, bitch, that I condem.

Everybody know I'm killa with the pen

Blood stained, toxic, pullin' in the ends

Everybody wanna talk shit

Fuckin' all the trends, flyin' high in a cockpit

Man, I might've lost it

Goin' too cold, think I got frostbit

Man, I gotta switch blade, but I'm not okay

Every since sixth grade, everything opaque

Everything decayed, but I'm feelin' okay

AR in the backpack

Glock in the waist strap

Cock it back 'splat splat' you forget I have that

You forget I'm on a rampage

Couple grams off a benz, now I'm goin' with the rage

Ooh, ooh, think I feel sick

Ooh, roll another fuckin' spiff

Here, take a hit of this shit

One hit, two hit, three hit, misfit

Four hit, five hit, six fit, black fit

Call it, hit it, nine hit, quit it

Ten hit, get it, lose it, be sick

Woah, think I just blacked out

Walk in the club, everybody know what's up

Everybody on the drugs, everybody wanna fuck

Hit me up I'm the plug, little fuckboy lookin' smug

Hit him with the blade, and it kinda feelin' hella snug

Walk away, I'm a thug, I'm a killer in the club

Out on the street, blood on my fangs

Think I need a treat, deaths where I hang

Rappers cant compete, hit e'm with the Mustang

Little fuckers retreat, put e'm on a chain gang

I'm a killer at work, puttin' bodies in the dirt

Making bitches convert, yall just hurt!

Anybody coming and I'm rushin' with a blade

Make the blood start gushin', y'all just hushing

Cruisin' in the whip at one a.m

Everybody know that we causin' mayhem

Too fucked up, bitch, that I condem

Everybody know I'm killa with the pen

Bloodstained, toxic, pullin' in the ends

Everybody wanna talk shit, fuckin' all the trends

Flyin' high in the cockpit, man I might've lost it

Goin' too cold, think I got frostbit

Ugh, think I feel sick

Ugh, roll another fuckin' spliff

Ugh

Ugh

One hit, two hit, three hit, misfit

Four hit, five hit, six fit, black fit

Cool it, hit it, nine hit, quit it

Ten hit, get it, lose it, be sick

Walk in the club, everybody know what's up

Everybody on the drugs, everybody wanna fuck

Hit me up I'm the plug, little fuckboy lookin' smug

Hit him with the blade and it kinda feelin' hella snug

Walk away, I'm a thug, I'm a killer in the club

Out on the street, blood on my fangs

Think I need a treat, deaths where I hang

Rappers can't compete, hit e'm with the Mustang

Little fuckers on retreat, put e'm on a chain gang

I'm a killer at work, puttin' bodies in the dirt

Makin' bitches convert, y'all just hurt

Anybody comin' and I'm rushin' with a blade

Make the blood start gushin', y'all just hushing