Lyrics AGORA - YUNG DORI, $uicideboy$, RIVERSIDE JYNN

AGORA

I be that schizo motherfucker
Walking with a shovel
Keep the bodies covered
Lurking with my brothers
Killers by the hundred
Bleed out my fucking eyes
$carecrow the glorified
Fuckboys get mortified
Bitches get traumatized
Can’t you see in my eyes
My heart’s been paralyzed
Never apologize
God’s been disqualified
Demons are calling us
My soul’s been compromised
59 homicides
59 mommas cry
Just got a motherfucking hand full of cash out
Spend it all already on a head full of hash hoe
Hope the weed will last yo
Half a dub already smoked
Turning ghost I’m burning Os
Drunk and I go and I do this shit often
And I know what they talk
And then pull out the weapon we’ll see how it goes
Bitch get that stuff but she sick in the snow
She bend the knee and now her
Whole throat feeling closed
Snow leopard seeking throws
Throwing bones his clothes ain’t glowing
Bitch they need to keep you froze
Nigga it’s me and my people
Point my hitta’s to you that’s a free throw
It’s the Crackhead, rolling up napkins
Have to talk all my shit I’m a beast though
Started off tucking them pounds
They tucking up rounds
And not with the fucking around
Pull out the chopper
If you start walking with them
Imma start cutting shit down
Imma re-up in a couple of weeks
And be rich with the squad like a couple of g’s
Fuck with my niggas we coming for keeps
Had to pull out the fader it fucked up the streets
I ain’t the nigga who stuck on the streets
If you ready the die don’t say nothing to me
Imma bust out the track and then bust out the trap
I just put in that work for a fuck load of green
Gas in the bag never stuck on no E
I’m just living our life feeling good as can be
If you see what I saw and you lived round my parts
You’d be starving like Marvin or busting the heat
I’m just that nigga you couldn’t compete
Got that grass in the bag like there’s wood in the tree
If you asking for action then we let you have it
You niggas afraid that you wouldn’t want beef
How bout your bae when I wooded her deep
Has your bitch on my knee yelling put it to me
Need to pack up her bags and say get the fuck out
Cause her ass is so fat when she put on them jeans
I don’t want static and you don’t want heat
Pull the burner out that bag and it’s hooked to your bean
Hood on the head and I’m bout to run up
On this nigga who died just for looking at me
I be so nutty my wrist be so floody
The ice it be dripping just fucked up the scene
Sipping on sprite like that stuff is for cheap
And my tummy is numb that’s a cup of some lean
I be just chilling with me and my villains
You snitching you rats give up fuck 'bout some cheese
I’m ready to harvest the hardest and me
I’m just cooling it down like a cup of some tea
And I’m out
San have to make money
San have a go
Gonna make money
Always fucking bitches at the show
You a fake now
Sipping lean with Drake now
Hitting fucking corpses
At the motherfucking base now, man
I’m bossing all you bitches
Keeping all of you ups living
All I wish is for three bitches
That can give me all the digits, woah
Sipping lean in the cup
With the bitch looking bruv
Looking tough
For the bitches that looking for all the drugs
Now it’s different decision
I put my dick in the center
And if you listen to Jynn
My niggas wishing you with it
It’s like a simple predicament
If you with it we finish it
If you dip in the middle
We put a brick to your head and then
You a rodent you been a rat in the mist of it all
Even folding you benefit get the rest to get caught
If you told them you with it then get the business and ball
Get the business and ball
Like, damn how the fuck do you do that
You just another motherfucker in a dorag
And you can tell me I’m a hustler from New Jack
Cause you get shot up in the gutter
Thought you knew that nigga
Imma prove that
If you two step
Brother we can do that
Get the crew bang nigga
Where the roots
Like where the tools at
Hit 'em with pool sticks
Like I’m gonna move back
Crackhead