Текст песни Incendiary (feat. Fukksailor & Christ Dillinger) - Papa Sleep

Baby back it up
Take a splash in kerosene
Spread that hexamethylenediamine
Press the iron to your skull
You been burning up
I can feel it on your forehead
Everybody flammable matches on the warhead
Spent 6 months inside the k hole
Take you off the payroll
Light it up bringing out the big pole
Rolling with them big dogs
You a snake you a big boss
Binge watch every move I make
Krokodil and crocs
1 of 1 you never seen this fit before
Drip so much that you washing up on top the shore
Pick up the glock and your hands start to crumble
So dam obnoxious dont talk you just mumble
Want that smoke like new york city street sewers
Head unscrewed you a brain tumor
Big boomer
Dirt inside my body
Percs inside this thottie
Shawty wanna be my friend until she spitting out that phlegm again now tell me when you drowning in the deep end

Off them percs got me feeling like a zombie
Stepping up in this bitch with the fucking tommy
Gun this tweaker down cuz he was acting cocky
Dissing motherfuckers is yung sailors hobby
I dont wanna talk cause I might kill yo ass
Play with my glock 40 like it is a brass
Your time is running out like a hour glass
Imma smoke you out like I smoke my gas
Incendiary out
Watch yo body turn to ash
Telepathic minds
Everybody knows you trash
This is a red flag
That im boutta fucking spazz
You never use your brain
When we pull up it gon flash
Bro dont hit me up
Imma make you sound like donald duck
I dont give a fuck
We gon run you over with a truck
Shootin up yo spot
Beat yo ass and call me juggernaut
We do things you cannot
Cause we never go for afterthoughts

Imma pop a perc pour a fifth of that lean
When I′m fucking on your bitch I put my dick in her spleen
Niggas spending ever motherfucking dollar that they make
Couple eggs short of a dozen but I'm still getting that cake
I′m insane I think the hamster died that's running in my brain
And if you pussies do not fuck with me dont utter my name
Bitch I'm finna run and get the check you can keep the fame
Couple bullets hit your body up and they forget your name
All these make believe internet numbers rotting niggas brains
You′re a swallower for followers that′s why you don't make games
I dont mean paraplegic when I say these niggas lame
Niggas scrolling through they contacts when they recognize your name
Why you hating filled with envy cause you was only pretending
I get the benjis and I throw them bitch you know I love to spend it
I get the benjis and I throw them bitch you know I love to spend it