Lyrics Walking Dead - Corrupted Complex

Trap Miraca

Niggas janky and weird imma have them crispy
Bulletproof with a knife I don't even tote a blicky
And I take the wrong pills I guess you could say a nigga shifty
And nigga I ain't soft I'll beat your heart in like I'm mike grigsby
Heard a nigga on my block growing crust now it's up with me
One month expert I trap a hundred you just trap fifty
Leave a bag around me I'll run off with it in a quick jiffy
Oh you talking real money bitch I think I need a whiffy
Hit the trap in sauce got these niggas looking mad shifty
All the whores been talking wack they looking real icky
Don't play when I'm gripping on the glock I could get itchy
And fuck making album art I got to many damn flickies
Damn I heard your niggas rhymes to be honest they just sound bitchy
Drop clumpy on her tongue then go roll up a eighth of sticky
Damn your bitch so bad I left a hickey right on her titty
And tell these knock off rappers to stop it they sounding shitty