Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death Games , by - sKitz Kraven. Release date: 06.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Death Games |
| Glock 9 |
| We gon pop out |
| AK bullets burning up your leg |
| The way the way they drop out |
| Cold hearted |
| But it’s hot out |
| Balenciaga tennies |
| You can’t get em |
| Cuz they not out |
| I couldn’t get you on the street |
| Cuz the car loud |
| Now I’m a wait till your asleep |
| I’m a night owl |
| In a palace |
| Somewhere yonder |
| Out in Barlow |
| With the shooters |
| Out in Dallas |
| Like I’m Carlisle |
| We gon chop you up |
| And send you through the mail |
| I don’t post bail |
| Half a ticket on the scale |
| Shovel and a pale |
| I’ll drain your fluid till you’re pale |
| Momma say I’m real sick |
| I turn these rappers female |
| Give a sex change |
| Call it Hill House |
| The way the carbon make your neck hang |
| Smoke you like some gas |
| Brand new strain |
| Call it ethane |
| Started making money |
| Now I’m rich |
| That’s when the stress came |
| Keep playin with me |
| You must enjoy playin these |
| You want a death wish |
| Fuck her till she numb |
| Call her my dead bitch |
| Hit you with the death stick |
| Leave you headless |
| Put you on a shirt |
| Happy resting |
| I’m feeling evil |
| Never fucked with no injections |
| But I’m lethal |
| Slutty little whore |
| I fuck her body till she feeble |
| I do what I want |
| You do what’s told |
| You’re such a sheep |
| Yeah I’m so sick of seeing foolish people |
| Just wanna gun em down |
| Bought 2 carbons with 2 drums |
| Let off a hunnid rounds |
| Suppressor you won’t hear a sound |
| I feel like Max Payne |
| Neck bone poking out |
| That’s where your hat hang |
| I’m cruising in the |
| Yeah I’m sicker than a virus |
| Won’t stop until I kill |
| Yeah your survivals in a crisis |
| She tell me she a dike |
| But I just know my dick is priceless |
| I’m a fuck her till she dead |
| I’ll have that pussy looking lifeless |
| We gon chop you up |
| And send you through the mail |
| I don’t post bail |
| Half a ticket on the scale |
| Shovel and a pale |
| I’ll drain your fluid till you’re pale |
| Momma say I’m real sick |
| I turn these rappers female |
| Give a sex change |
| Call it Hill House |
| The way the carbon make your neck hang |
| Smoke you like some gas |
| Brand new strain |
| Call it ethane |
| Started making money |
| Now I’m rich |
| That’s when the stress came |
| Keep playin with me |
| You must enjoy playin these |
| Death games |