Lyrics SHADOW BANNED (feat. zer0xthrash & Yung Rare) - PYRXCITER

I don't waste no time
I don't play no games
That ain't what I do at all
This paranoia
PTSD
I want to be left alone
I smoke the green
My eyes turn red
Something like fusion fall
I'm shadow banned on Instagram
That just pissed me off
Don't ask me why the hell I got to be so brute
I don't mean shit to you
Make one of these fuck boys meet the whole bottom of my shoe
We can get physical
What do you get out of beating his face in, dog
Oh I'm being cynical
All I got to do is make one phone call to God
And he'll get rid of you

Hey bitch get out of my way
You finna piss me off and ruin my day
100 round drum on my gun let it bang
I'm a blow myself up like I'm Kurt Cobain
Ok yeah run up to his crib whats the word
Stab him in his throat he ain't say a fucking word
Then I drop his ass off then we put him in the urn
Then we take his body and we let it fucking burn
And let it bake
Watch a drip off his face
Step in the damn house and I'll make that shit quake
Yeah I can't stay awake
Break his lip then I make that shit drip off his brace
Make him run like a race
Make him run like a race
I'm feeling insane
Yeah I'm feeling insane
Want to blow out my brains

Y'all know me
I don't like to say too much
These niggas yell too much
Damn I love these IG niggas
Ha-Ha
Shoulda' hid that IP, nigga
Fuck that, get my stick
I might fill that bitch
With green .556
Am I too unstable
Am I too equipped
Kick it up to auto
Might take the risk
I might take the risk

I don't waste no time
I don't play no games
That ain't what I do at all
This paranoia
PTSD
I want to be left alone
I smoke the green
My eyes turn red
Something like fusion fall
I'm shadow banned on Instagram
That just pissed me off
I don't waste no time
I don't play no games
That ain't what I do at all
This paranoia
PTSD
I want to be left alone
I smoke the green
My eyes turn red
Something like fusion fall
I'm shadow banned on Instagram
That just pissed me off
Don't ask me why the hell I got to be so brute
I don't mean shit to you
Make one of these fuck boys meet the whole bottom of my shoe
We can get physical
What do you get out of beating his face in, dog
Oh I'm being cynical
All I got to do is make one phone call to God
And he'll get rid of you