Lyrics ISIS TYPE BEAT - Lil Darkie

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