Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ISIS TYPE BEAT, artist - Lil Darkie. Date of issue: 19.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ISIS TYPE BEAT |
| Blow up |
| Blow up |
| I’m about to blow up |
| Filled up with emotion |
| And some potion |
| Had to po' up |
| No cup |
| Grow up |
| Bitch you better grow up |
| Slow up |
| If you talking shit you better throw up |
| Throw up |
| Nausea in my stomach had to let it go |
| Wet the bowl |
| Toilet pot then boil it |
| Foil it let it blow |
| I’m ready hoe |
| Cutting coke, I feel it in my finger tips |
| Trigger rip |
| Liquor in my system |
| Lit a cigarette |
| Nigga bet |
| Nigga bet |
| Nigga you can fucking beeeeet |
| Imma have to get the teeeeech |
| And spray it at yo fucking neck |
| Stalk ya block |
| Throw you on the chopping block my choppa talk |
| Choppa yell |
| Gritting teeth and spitting till the copper fell |
| Is he talking copper shells or coppers that get pensions? |
| I’m a oppa to you niggas that be paying for attention |
| Fuck a mention build the tension eventually til ascension |
| I’m benching these niggas quenching the people need for a drenching |
| I’m flooding the game |
| Blood in the mud on my name |
| I ain’t even sped it up |
| Or spud up the bud in my brain |
| I could do that |
| Tight like virgins |
| Clean detergent |
| Yacking up my sins like I am purging |
| Feel the urge and |
| Cut like surgeon |
| I can feel my rage emerging |
| Taking over me |
| I don’t wanna talk |
| Baking on a leaf |
| Towing on a glock |
| Running on my feet |
| Dodging hella opps |
| I got no more weed |
| I been doing drops |
| I been high as fuck |
| I got momma scared |
| She just wanna talk |
| Like I am not aware |
| But she like all my shit |
| Cause my momma ain’t a square |
| And I started making hits |
| When I took off all my hair |
| I’m darkie bitch |
| Darkie bitch |
| Fuck you mean I’m here to stay |
| I grip the k and let it say |
| Bang bang to any nigga in my way |
| Fuck a hater man |
| Got the greater bands |
| I could back it up |
| I could put you on the hands |
| Nigga back it up |
| I see you wanna take offense |
| And you talk a lot of shit |
| But got no shit inside yo pants bitch |
| I be on the grind |
| Everyday |
| I be out the box |
| Like a russian ak |
| She be sucking on my cock |
| Told that bitch okay |
| The way |
| She make it disappear |
| I’d pay |
| Good money |
| Drug money |
| Can’t deposit blood money |
| Wood honey |
| Cherry looking sunny |
| Reefer inside of my tummy |
| Funny bunny running from me |
| Imma blow up |
| Blow up |
| On allah imma blow up |
| I follow you won’t show up |
| Got shala bumpin' no fucks |
| Ytrid out my speakers |
| I be fighting all my teachers |
| Features |
| Gotta love what you don’t need |
| Weed hitting like a judo knee |
| Got pseudo, keys, and mushrooms pounds |
| And you know these won’t rush you down |
| We high as hell cause we below it |
| Heaven is the 7−11 cause I’m a broke kid |
| Speaking like a reverend lil darkie be on imam shit |
| Melon that I’m severing the devil is in my palm shit |
| Darkie hella maaad ain’t really with all the calm shit |
| I be dropping fire like striking you with a bomb shit |