Lyrics INDIAN WEAPONS - Eric North, Terror, Cxrpse

INDIAN WEAPONS

Ooh, I got it now bitch, I got it now bitch
I got it now bitch, bitch, bitch
I will make your corpse dance
Dumb bitch quit blurting out my name
Not the same, off the walls
Two vans holdin' K’s
No escaping this fate when situations outta hand
It’s a Panic!
at the Disco, MAC-11 make 'em dance
Get out my room little bitch you not fuckin' me
I learned my lesson 'bout groupies, no fun to me
You got a gun wit' no clip, you a wannabe
Blasian named Nicki but I call her bumblebee
I rode the beat like a horse wit' no saddle
She shaking my dick in her hand like a rattle
My dick and her throat hate each, other they battle
She bringing her bitches, I call 'em the cattle
I had a job interview with the devil and that nigga mad 'cause he not on my
level
I got a witch who was born in a coven
Her booty so thick that I call it a bevel
Internet niggas I’m calling you Neville
I enter her body like she is my vessel
I take your spirit and send it to heaven
Shoutout my jihadi in 7−11
He catching a body, around like 11
I’m making him spin wit' the shots from my .11
I feel like Ben 10 hitting licks wit a Kevin
We laundering money for Indian weapons
His big homie be hurt on the ground and he beggin'
He lucky he hurt and it’s only a blessing
Bring the horizon and count all your blessings
We in the horizon with illegal weapons
Do what I say then you won’t get shot
You used to sell Xans now I’m doin' a lot
I’m finna Uber to the block
Perc 30 in my Polo socks
Ride dirty with the Glock wit' the stock
Your man is hurtin', he ain’t spendin' them knots
Said he silent but he suck a cock
You used to sell on the block, where I’m famous
Nobody know you, I’m where the gang is at
We used to move from couch to couch
Fuck all that shit, I’m not safe in your house
Look at that nigga, he hatin' for clout
Where is your friends?
Get the fuck out
I fucked that bitch but she not on my body count
That is your wifey, I gotta thot her now
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
said he got Indian weapons
I knock off his head and give 'em depression
That bitch wanna fuck, I say «gimmie a second, I’m tryna cop me some Indian
weapons»
I’m finna ride on this beat like a Cerberus
Your bitch is wet, I’m callin' her Aquarius
I’m tryna work, I been tryna take care of shit
If it ain’t about me, then you know I’m not hearin' it
Ayy, bitch don’t talk to me (No)
You should be running from me (Bitch)
I got a pistol for you and your friends, I’m not making amends
I just want my revenge
You niggas are makin' me cringe, bitch I am energy, I’m a sin
Complicated, never-medicated, we been segregated
Fuckin' irritated, I been fuckin' wit' it, I’m in fuckin' pain, man
I been goin' crazy, nigga fuck some patience
Nigga fuck a conversation, where the correlation?
All the frustrations, send the location, bitch