paroles de chanson To The Grave - PE$O PETE , Bl8ke G

Bitch you better run for the hills when I come through
We are gonna hunt you down that's a must do
You are trapped all alone until it's us two
Say you want me dead so I'm boutta make it come true
Turn this shit to a kamikaze
Punch you in the lip if you're tryna stop
With the team we are dressed like an armored robbery
Steel set in stone, not talking Skarmory ok
Motherfuckers getting out of line
Took em and I stuck em and I put em in the ground
Put em in a hearse and I stick em in the dirt
So deep that they're gonna get chills in their spine
Eugh, ok
Boutta snap go insane
How I not make it when I spit raw flames?
Don't walk in my trap when I'm pissed off man
Brain is ticking like a clock or a jigsaw game, lets go

Dead, no respect, and I hate all of you
Triple x on my head, so I'll tell you what I'll do
I will take it to the grave
Take it to the grave
Take it to the grave
Take it to the grave

They would think I'm a crazy martyr
When they see the ways that I slay and slaughter
Put you in a cage like a rabies dog
Cause I just wanna see your face when you face the monster
Hang it up what they're telling me
You ain't nothing but an enemy
Not a friend of me, kiss ass like a human centipede
Through you to the side I don't waste energy
On a stupid little kid tryna piss on my grave
All they do is talk it is twisting my name
Blah blah blah it will cause a migraine
Black airforce you are catching my fade
Snatching my brain wouldn't happen if you wanna
What is my name?
Put me in a grave to die all alone
End of the day I'll still be bad to the bone

Dead, no respect, and I hate all of you
Triple x on my head, so I'll tell you what I'll do
I will take it to the grave
Take it to the grave
Take it to the grave
Take it to the grave

With the sword and the sheath in a way that he coming back
Feeling nice and easy when he sick for the thunder clap
Light move fast in a field I'm a running back
Fuck moving past, if you fold imma run it back, yeah
You ain't never really want no smoke with a big dog like me
Run it by PE$O man the glock don't like you
Then it don't like him, man it's finna bite him
Choppa started barking man I'm on that
Got a problem homie man we on that
Mortal mortal kombat
I bomb that, they be lying better stop that
I ain't tripping over bitches I'm just really on my mission
If I stack all my money I might trip on the ridges
Got a problem here the digits like
Too sick with it got em asking what the symptoms like
Wax in my lungs and it got me feeling energized
Heart stone cold so my feelings is immortalized
Vert in the whip bro I'm going through the portal fried
If I don't get my god damn plug he'll get posterized
Send us with the glick one shot he get pulverized
Run up in his crib straight that's a poker blind
Big homie pull up in a mask he got joker's knife
Imma stack my motherfucking green till' I poltergeist
Bitch